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 Bulgaria and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Michael McDonald 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 Sparks to the dance 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 Supertramp. All the underground hits.
All Janne Schatter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sound Behaviour record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aloha Tigers,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Excepter,
Icehouse,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Grey Daturas,
Minor Threat,
kango's stein massive,
Theoretical Girls,
Make Up,
Television Personalities,
Circle Jerks,
Desert Stars,
Niagra,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Nick Fraelich,
Kevin Saunderson,
This Heat,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Skriet,
Wasted Youth,
Bad Manners,
Moss Icon,
Alton Ellis,
The Stooges,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Gun Club,
Little Man,
Kerrie Biddell,
Yellowson,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
China Crisis,
The Beau Brummels,
The Toasters,
Ponytail,
B.T. Express,
Warsaw,
The Grass Roots,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Crispy Ambulance,
David Bowie,
Lucky Dragons,
Janne Schatter,
L. Decosne,
Duran Duran,
H. Thieme,
Main Source,
Faraquet,
Brass Construction,
Skaos,
Wally Richardson,
U.S. Maple,
JFA,
Schoolly D,
Lou Reed,
Nation of Ulysses,
Arab on Radar,
The Count Five,
Roxette,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
MC5,
Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane.
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.