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 Rwanda and from Mumbai.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Swans to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Marmalade. All the underground hits.
All The Alarm Clocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kurtis Blow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spandau Ballet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Charles Mingus,
The Tremeloes,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Dirtbombs,
The Neon Judgement,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Doors,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Skatalites,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Barclay James Harvest,
Wally Richardson,
Guru Guru,
Byron Stingily,
Terrestrial Tones,
Jerry's Kids,
The Electric Prunes,
the Fania All-Stars,
Rekid,
F. McDonald,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Slick Rick,
Gong,
Unrelated Segments,
Steve Hackett,
The Moleskins,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Peter and Kerry,
The Shadows of Knight,
Tres Demented,
Au Pairs,
Letta Mbulu,
The Evens,
Crispy Ambulance,
Organ,
Barrington Levy,
The Velvet Underground,
John Holt,
D'Angelo,
John Lydon,
Lucky Dragons,
Crime,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Inner City,
Animal Collective,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Rufus Thomas,
Joyce Sims,
Television,
T. Rex,
KRS-One,
Silicon Teens,
A Certain Ratio,
Ronnie Foster,
T.S.O.L.,
Prince Buster,
MDC, MDC, MDC, MDC.
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.