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 Palau and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 Halifax and London.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the 808 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 Technova to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Popol Vuh. All the underground hits.
All Rhythm & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Max Romeo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Residents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mad Mike,
The United States of America,
The Gories,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ultimate Spinach,
John Coltrane,
Silicon Teens,
Brass Construction,
Gang Starr,
Marvin Gaye,
Tom Boy,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Pantaleimon,
Wire,
Arab on Radar,
Circle Jerks,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Connie Case,
The Sonics,
Davy DMX,
Tres Demented,
Harry Pussy,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
L. Decosne,
Bobby Womack,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Shuggie Otis,
Peter and Kerry,
Spoonie Gee,
Avey Tare,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Golliwogs,
Gerry Rafferty,
Joe Smooth,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Zeros,
Quando Quango,
Deepchord,
Vladislav Delay,
The Fuzztones,
Judy Mowatt,
Das Ding,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
John Lydon,
Shoche,
The Sound,
The Dirtbombs,
Andrew Hill,
Radio Birdman,
Scott Walker,
The Young Rascals,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lee Hazlewood,
F. McDonald,
Supertramp,
10cc,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Count Five,
the Fania All-Stars,
Cameo,
Isaac Hayes,
Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp..
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.