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 India and from Manila.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba 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 Judy Mowatt to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron. All the underground hits.
All The Dirtbombs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dorothy Ashby 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a R.M.O. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chrome,
Ultimate Spinach,
Matthew Bourne,
Babytalk,
Brick,
The Music Machine,
ABBA,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sarah Menescal,
Smog,
Marc Almond,
The Red Krayola,
Joy Division,
Index,
The Real Kids,
Groovy Waters,
Infiniti,
The Young Rascals,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gregory Isaacs,
Slick Rick,
Dead Boys,
John Holt,
X-101,
Mantronix,
Jacques Brel,
The Wake,
The Black Dice,
Spoonie Gee,
Rites of Spring,
Harpers Bizarre,
Altered Images,
Patti Smith,
The Litter,
Soul II Soul,
Ice-T,
Suburban Knight,
Mr. Review,
Jacob Miller,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lyres,
Pulsallama,
Symarip,
Bootsy Collins,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
MC5,
Jeff Mills,
Marine Girls,
Moby Grape,
Essential Logic,
Kerri Chandler,
Harmonia,
Man Parrish,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Amazonics,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Faust,
UT,
Popol Vuh,
LL Cool J,
Monolake,
Ornette Coleman,
Skaos, Skaos, Skaos, Skaos.
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.