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 Maldives and from Delhi.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 EPMD to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Iggy Pop. All the underground hits.
All The Kinks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nation of Ulysses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacob Miller record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes 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 Skatalites,
Circle Jerks,
Goldenarms,
Bill Wells,
JFA,
Ken Boothe,
Audionom,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Neon Judgement,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Electric Prunes,
Lower 48,
Dawn Penn,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Albert Ayler,
Isaac Hayes,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Jacques Brel,
Bob Dylan,
Depeche Mode,
Clear Light,
The Selecter,
Deakin,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
La Düsseldorf,
Oneida,
Ralphi Rosario,
Laurel Aitken,
Swans,
Japan,
The Gap Band,
The Fall,
World's Most,
Soulsonic Force,
Electric Prunes,
Jeff Mills,
The Barracudas,
One Last Wish,
Patti Smith,
Juan Atkins,
Rakim,
Joyce Sims,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Brand Nubian,
Q65,
Eric B and Rakim,
Technova,
John Coltrane,
Camouflage,
Crooked Eye,
Fear,
Can,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Letta Mbulu,
Colin Newman,
Bad Manners,
Wolf Eyes,
The Star Department,
Pussy Galore,
Rekid,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lalann,
The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters.
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.