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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Lyon.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Count Five to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Gregory Isaacs. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Bowie 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Piero Umiliani record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Make Up,
The Skatalites,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
B.T. Express,
Malaria!,
Stockholm Monsters,
Crispy Ambulance,
Deadbeat,
Dark Day,
The Standells,
Los Fastidios,
Easy Going,
Nas,
Archie Shepp,
Byron Stingily,
Ronnie Foster,
The Fuzztones,
Infiniti,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sound Behaviour,
Essential Logic,
Mr. Review,
Little Man,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Count Five,
Darondo,
Trumans Water,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Joy Division,
Flash Fearless,
X-Ray Spex,
Spoonie Gee,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gastr Del Sol,
Kas Product,
Eurythmics,
Eric B and Rakim,
Susan Cadogan,
Oneida,
Barry Ungar,
The United States of America,
Mark Hollis,
Porter Ricks,
The Tremeloes,
Marvin Gaye,
Peter & Gordon,
Dawn Penn,
Bluetip,
The Dave Clark Five,
Fatback Band,
Thee Headcoats,
Heaven 17,
Faust,
Freddie Wadling,
Young Marble Giants,
Public Enemy,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Smoke,
The Doors,
Toni Rubio,
Charles Mingus,
Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near.
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.