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 Cuba and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Offenders to the grunge 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 Rod Modell. All the underground hits.
All Pantaleimon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brass Construction record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erasure,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Erykah Badu,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Tommy Roe,
Urselle,
Moss Icon,
Fatback Band,
Stereo Dub,
Soul II Soul,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Mojo Men,
Stetsasonic,
Tomorrow,
Camberwell Now,
Rosa Yemen,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Remains,
Darondo,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Hot Snakes,
Sam Rivers,
Patti Smith,
X-102,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Golliwogs,
Rakim,
Robert Hood,
The Pop Group,
The Velvet Underground,
The Electric Prunes,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Litter,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Girls At Our Best!,
Newcleus,
Kool Moe Dee,
John Cale,
The Offenders,
Alice Coltrane,
Minor Threat,
Fat Boys,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Severed Heads,
Andrew Hill,
Harpers Bizarre,
Rufus Thomas,
Loose Ends,
Sonic Youth,
Drexciya,
T.S.O.L.,
The Blackbyrds,
Roy Ayers,
New York Dolls,
the Fania All-Stars,
Jacob Miller,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ken Boothe,
DNA,
Tears for Fears,
Sixth Finger,
Gang Starr,
Pantytec,
David Bowie,
Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon.
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.