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 Panama and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare 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 The Sound to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Parry Music. All the underground hits.
All Babytalk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rakim 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 a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a It's A Beautiful Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Selector Dub Narcotic,
AZ,
Aswad,
Boredoms,
Scan 7,
Royal Trux,
Arthur Verocai,
The Slackers,
Niagra,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Soul II Soul,
kango's stein massive,
Man Parrish,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Fugazi,
Nation of Ulysses,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sarah Menescal,
Accadde A,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Buckinghams,
The Happenings,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Jeff Mills,
Scratch Acid,
Lungfish,
Wire,
Organ,
Eric B and Rakim,
Funkadelic,
Reagan Youth,
Groovy Waters,
Supertramp,
The Doors,
Colin Newman,
Vladislav Delay,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Charles Mingus,
Duran Duran,
Glenn Branca,
Technova,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Eurythmics,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
John Foxx,
Rekid,
Crooked Eye,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Radio Birdman,
The Leaves,
Grandmaster Flash,
Second Layer,
Roy Ayers,
Don Cherry,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Inner City,
The Real Kids,
Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall.
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.