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 Ghana and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Winnipeg.
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 snare 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 Scion to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Desert Stars. All the underground hits.
All Cal Tjader tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Big Daddy Kane 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick May record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delta 5,
Jeff Lynne,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Jandek,
Con Funk Shun,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Altered Images,
Tears for Fears,
Marine Girls,
Harry Pussy,
The Barracudas,
Yusef Lateef,
Soft Cell,
Procol Harum,
The Flesh Eaters,
Donald Byrd,
Tommy Roe,
Yazoo,
The Real Kids,
Rod Modell,
Ponytail,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Beau Brummels,
Monks,
The Gap Band,
The Slackers,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Colin Newman,
Nico,
Juan Atkins,
Lightning Bolt,
ABC,
The Busters,
Laurel Aitken,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
MC5,
Funky Four + One,
PIL,
X-Ray Spex,
Scion,
Bronski Beat,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lalo Schifrin,
Black Bananas,
Judy Mowatt,
Newcleus,
Sun City Girls,
Bad Manners,
R.M.O.,
Los Fastidios,
Grey Daturas,
The Blues Magoos,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
One Last Wish,
Crash Course in Science,
DJ Sneak,
The Motions,
Big Daddy Kane,
Qualms, Qualms, Qualms, Qualms.
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.