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 Denmark and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 clarinet 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 Schoolly D to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sandy B. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pylon 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stetsasonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Subhumans,
Johnny Clarke,
Brothers Johnson,
Kevin Saunderson,
Black Bananas,
Graham Central Station,
New Age Steppers,
Pylon,
The Electric Prunes,
Flipper,
Pulsallama,
Animal Collective,
The Leaves,
The Evens,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Vladislav Delay,
Quando Quango,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Television Personalities,
Deepchord,
Ultravox,
Duran Duran,
Oneida,
Skarface,
Smog,
The Vogues,
Fela Kuti,
Wolf Eyes,
Anakelly,
David McCallum,
Bush Tetras,
Inner City,
The Wake,
These Immortal Souls,
Black Flag,
Marmalade,
Rosa Yemen,
Sonny Sharrock,
Alphaville,
The Fuzztones,
Rites of Spring,
Chrome,
Isaac Hayes,
Technova,
Chris Corsano,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Q65,
Sexual Harrassment,
Camouflage,
K-Klass,
Bobby Sherman,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Adolescents,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ornette Coleman,
Make Up,
Scrapy,
The Happenings,
Marcia Griffiths,
Mars, Mars, Mars, Mars.
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.