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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the organ 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 The American Breed to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 John Foxx. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & Metallica tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scrapy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Alarm Clocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rotary Connection,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lower 48,
Technova,
The Five Americans,
Vladislav Delay,
The Star Department,
Section 25,
Barclay James Harvest,
Soul II Soul,
KRS-One,
Prince Buster,
Cameo,
T.S.O.L.,
Althea and Donna,
The Litter,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gregory Isaacs,
Yellowson,
Royal Trux,
The Stooges,
Isaac Hayes,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Pretty Things,
Pole,
The Human League,
Man Parrish,
Bill Wells,
Todd Rundgren,
Dawn Penn,
Jacques Brel,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gang Green,
Joyce Sims,
Radiohead,
The American Breed,
Carl Craig,
Charles Mingus,
Toni Rubio,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lyres,
Colin Newman,
The Busters,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
the Association,
June of 44,
Oblivians,
The Residents,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Grey Daturas,
Peter & Gordon,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Robert Hood,
Kerrie Biddell,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Dead Boys,
The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets.
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.