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 Qatar and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 spring reverb 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 Massinfluence to the funk 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 Fad Gadget. All the underground hits.
All De La Soul & Jungle Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harry Pussy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Urselle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Beau Brummels,
Soul II Soul,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Wally Richardson,
Tropical Tobacco,
Peter & Gordon,
Tres Demented,
The Durutti Column,
The J.B.'s,
Trumans Water,
Faust,
Hardrive,
Flamin' Groovies,
Jacob Miller,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Heaven 17,
Khruangbin,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Angry Samoans,
the Fania All-Stars,
MC5,
Marine Girls,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Standells,
Gang Starr,
The Fuzztones,
The Golliwogs,
The Angels of Light,
Warsaw,
The Star Department,
Parry Music,
The Associates,
Dead Boys,
Gang Gang Dance,
Buzzcocks,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Nick Fraelich,
The Dave Clark Five,
Visage,
Robert Wyatt,
Monolake,
Sonny Sharrock,
FM Einheit,
Inner City,
Saccharine Trust,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bizarre Inc.,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Brand Nubian,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Real Kids,
Big Daddy Kane,
Spoonie Gee,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Echospace,
Livin' Joy,
Eddi Front,
Todd Terry,
The Cure,
Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo.
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.