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 Barbados and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 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 Arab on Radar to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Alton Ellis. All the underground hits.
All John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Second Layer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Five Americans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blues Magoos,
Hashim,
Roy Ayers,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Prince Buster,
CMW,
Black Moon,
Khruangbin,
Radio Birdman,
The Slackers,
Spoonie Gee,
Television Personalities,
The Happenings,
The Standells,
Blancmange,
Eric Dolphy,
Bootsy Collins,
F. McDonald,
Yaz,
Bobby Sherman,
Graham Central Station,
The Trojans,
The Cowsills,
Nirvana,
Pagans,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Index,
Delon & Dalcan,
Erasure,
Idris Muhammad,
Barbara Tucker,
R.M.O.,
The Misunderstood,
Agitation Free,
Swell Maps,
Darondo,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Banda Bassotti,
Patti Smith,
Panda Bear,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Second Layer,
Eddi Front,
The Golliwogs,
Black Flag,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Chrome,
The Detroit Cobras,
Nick Fraelich,
Gabor Szabo,
Dual Sessions,
Duran Duran,
Goldenarms,
B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express.
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.