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 Swaziland and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Davy DMX to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Young Rascals. All the underground hits.
All 48th St. Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minutemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spoonie Gee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spandau Ballet,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Massinfluence,
Albert Ayler,
New York Dolls,
Electric Prunes,
Yazoo,
Rekid,
Kurtis Blow,
Flipper,
Hot Snakes,
Bronski Beat,
Boredoms,
Kaleidoscope,
L. Decosne,
Pet Shop Boys,
Smog,
Zapp,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Blossom Toes,
The Dead C,
Stetsasonic,
Gil Scott Heron,
Pantaleimon,
Duran Duran,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bootsy Collins,
Gerry Rafferty,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Babytalk,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Susan Cadogan,
The Golliwogs,
Robert Görl,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Maurizio,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Names,
Jacques Brel,
Ronnie Foster,
The Angels of Light,
Alison Limerick,
Absolute Body Control,
June Days,
Danielle Patucci,
Roxy Music,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Detroit Cobras,
Spoonie Gee,
The J.B.'s,
Camouflage,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Pharoah Sanders,
Wasted Youth,
Groovy Waters,
The Fall,
The Stooges,
Joy Division,
Crime,
Robert Hood,
ABBA,
Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade.
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.