Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Seychelles and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing B.T. Express to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Terror Squad Feat. Camron. All the underground hits.
All Adolescents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bush Tetras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Inner City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ken Boothe,
The J.B.'s,
The Monochrome Set,
The Techniques,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Deakin,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Zeros,
Kool Moe Dee,
Scan 7,
Mo-Dettes,
Rites of Spring,
Spoonie Gee,
Ultravox,
The Mummies,
Eddi Front,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Fela Kuti,
Isaac Hayes,
Blossom Toes,
Audionom,
Dennis Brown,
Make Up,
The Fugs,
DJ Sneak,
The Pretty Things,
Judy Mowatt,
Nico,
The Dead C,
The Kinks,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Doors,
The Gladiators,
Panda Bear,
The Smiths,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Barracudas,
Circle Jerks,
Chrome,
The Dave Clark Five,
Soul II Soul,
New Order,
Bobby Womack,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Agent Orange,
Jacques Brel,
Model 500,
Deadbeat,
Urselle,
Maurizio,
Toni Rubio,
Wasted Youth,
Jeff Mills,
Skaos,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Happenings,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.