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 Pakistan and from Lyon.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Mexico City.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Evens. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eddi Front 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boogie Down Productions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Walker Brothers,
Adolescents,
The Knickerbockers,
The Motions,
Section 25,
Arthur Verocai,
Eric Copeland,
The J.B.'s,
Skaos,
Minutemen,
Aloha Tigers,
The Mojo Men,
The Star Department,
David Axelrod,
Scott Walker,
Gang Starr,
Cecil Taylor,
Quando Quango,
Los Fastidios,
Model 500,
Bluetip,
The Divine Comedy,
X-Ray Spex,
The Invisible,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Toasters,
Gerry Rafferty,
the Normal,
R.M.O.,
Malaria!,
Crime,
Bobby Byrd,
Tres Demented,
Yaz,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Kinks,
The Grass Roots,
Youth Brigade,
Rakim,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The New Christs,
David McCallum,
Leonard Cohen,
Con Funk Shun,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Trumans Water,
Matthew Halsall,
Electric Prunes,
Gabor Szabo,
Massinfluence,
Kayak,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sällskapet,
The Tremeloes,
Lalann,
Minny Pops,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy.
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.