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 Syria and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
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 The Sound to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Con Funk Shun. All the underground hits.
All Royal Trux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Image Ltd. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a AZ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare 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?
Spoonie Gee,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
T.S.O.L.,
Duran Duran,
Delta 5,
Young Marble Giants,
Pulsallama,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Y Pants,
These Immortal Souls,
Joe Smooth,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Nik Kershaw,
Girls At Our Best!,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Crash Course in Science,
The Blackbyrds,
Neu!,
Television Personalities,
The Beau Brummels,
Kaleidoscope,
Guru Guru,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Au Pairs,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Yaz,
The Dirtbombs,
Fifty Foot Hose,
LL Cool J,
B.T. Express,
Crispian St. Peters,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Zero Boys,
Mandrill,
Roxette,
Scion,
Barrington Levy,
Echospace,
Barclay James Harvest,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The American Breed,
Eric Dolphy,
Radio Birdman,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Rakim,
Shuggie Otis,
Dorothy Ashby,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Make Up,
Moby Grape,
Andrew Hill,
The Black Dice,
Das Ding,
Angry Samoans,
Black Flag,
The Slackers,
Ossler,
the Germs,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Donald Byrd,
Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin.
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.