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 Azerbaijan and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 oboe 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 Brand Nubian to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Pretty Things. All the underground hits.
All Sällskapet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Barracudas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Strawberry Alarm Clock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Davy DMX,
Johnny Osbourne,
Archie Shepp,
Fugazi,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Judy Mowatt,
Bronski Beat,
Dawn Penn,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Rod Modell,
Idris Muhammad,
Peter & Gordon,
Sandy B,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The American Breed,
Whodini,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Stooges,
Ken Boothe,
The Leaves,
Unwound,
cv313,
Stereo Dub,
Absolute Body Control,
T.S.O.L.,
Traffic Nightmare,
Supertramp,
Half Japanese,
Youth Brigade,
The Busters,
Q and Not U,
Sixth Finger,
Godley & Creme,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
PIL,
The Young Rascals,
The Saints,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Negative Approach,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Soft Machine,
the Sonics,
L. Decosne,
The Barracudas,
The Searchers,
Niagra,
Radio Birdman,
David Bowie,
Gregory Isaacs,
Schoolly D,
The Fugs,
Quantec,
DJ Style,
The Buckinghams,
Adolescents,
10cc,
Stetsasonic,
Angry Samoans,
Andrew Hill,
MDC,
Technova,
Echospace, Echospace, Echospace, Echospace.
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.