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 Malta and from Sao Paulo.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience to the rock 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 Johnny Clarke. All the underground hits.
All New Age Steppers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Womack 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Shadows of Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Smog,
Drexciya,
David McCallum,
The Vogues,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Faraquet,
Todd Rundgren,
The Buckinghams,
Morten Harket,
Byron Stingily,
Pet Shop Boys,
Judy Mowatt,
The Toasters,
Girls At Our Best!,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
the Soft Cell,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Quadrant,
The Monochrome Set,
The Pretty Things,
Roxette,
the Association,
Don Cherry,
Eddi Front,
Pussy Galore,
Graham Central Station,
Babytalk,
Juan Atkins,
Joe Smooth,
The Sound,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sonny Sharrock,
Technova,
Kool Moe Dee,
Peter & Gordon,
Howard Jones,
the Bar-Kays,
Brass Construction,
Procol Harum,
Derrick Morgan,
Rekid,
Archie Shepp,
Bauhaus,
The Neon Judgement,
The Standells,
Freddie Wadling,
The Skatalites,
Aural Exciters,
Flash Fearless,
Chris & Cosey,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Deepchord,
Nick Fraelich,
Country Teasers,
Jacques Brel,
A Certain Ratio,
The Young Rascals,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ossler,
The Birthday Party,
The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola.
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.