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 Ecuador and from Sao Paulo.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Q and Not U to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Main Source. All the underground hits.
All Marmalade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ornette Coleman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Adolescents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Young Rascals,
EPMD,
The American Breed,
Bobby Sherman,
The Names,
Erykah Badu,
Deepchord,
Whodini,
Bobby Byrd,
Fear,
Nas,
Make Up,
The Misunderstood,
Rufus Thomas,
Soul Sonic Force,
Masters at Work,
Robert Görl,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Nils Olav,
Scientists,
Pharoah Sanders,
Peter & Gordon,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Buckinghams,
The Neon Judgement,
Urselle,
Lucky Dragons,
Howard Jones,
Ralphi Rosario,
Grandmaster Flash,
Dorothy Ashby,
Fatback Band,
Peter and Kerry,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Jacques Brel,
The Barracudas,
Derrick Morgan,
Underground Resistance,
The Index,
Blossom Toes,
Agitation Free,
Johnny Clarke,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ossler,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sight & Sound,
Motorama,
Bang On A Can,
Hardrive,
Isaac Hayes,
Fat Boys,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
UT,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Public Enemy,
Easy Going,
Animal Collective,
Jerry's Kids,
Girls At Our Best!,
Fluxion,
Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange.
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.