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 Bangladesh and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 linndrum 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 Nas to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Wolf Eyes. All the underground hits.
All Camberwell Now tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cymande record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Motorama,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Spandau Ballet,
Sun Ra,
Dorothy Ashby,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Brand Nubian,
D'Angelo,
Ronan,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Cure,
The Blues Magoos,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Soul Sonic Force,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Jacob Miller,
Supertramp,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Minny Pops,
Shoche,
Kool Moe Dee,
David Axelrod,
Arcadia,
Sonny Sharrock,
Hasil Adkins,
Stiv Bators,
June of 44,
Yazoo,
Audionom,
Moby Grape,
Ten City,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Silicon Teens,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Blackbyrds,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Busters,
The Dead C,
Donny Hathaway,
The Mojo Men,
Dave Gahan,
Ultimate Spinach,
KRS-One,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Animal Collective,
Sixth Finger,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Boz Scaggs,
Aaron Thompson,
Brothers Johnson,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Pantytec,
MDC,
EPMD,
Lee Hazlewood,
Howard Jones,
The Litter,
Dawn Penn,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Roy Ayers,
Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe.
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.