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 Italy and from Lyon.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Ossler to the rap 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 Kenny Larkin. All the underground hits.
All Camouflage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liliput record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blossom Toes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Black Dice,
The Misunderstood,
Ice-T,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Eli Mardock,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Move,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Moleskins,
Amon Düül II,
Young Marble Giants,
Byron Stingily,
Outsiders,
Main Source,
The Skatalites,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Marine Girls,
The Monks,
Arcadia,
Sandy B,
Motorama,
The Zeros,
Curtis Mayfield,
Neil Young,
Adolescents,
Hasil Adkins,
The Smiths,
The Smoke,
Crooked Eye,
David Bowie,
Terrestrial Tones,
Althea and Donna,
Fad Gadget,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Slick Rick,
Donald Byrd,
Skarface,
John Holt,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Litter,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Marmalade,
Lou Christie,
The Gladiators,
Wolf Eyes,
The Blackbyrds,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The J.B.'s,
Mark Hollis,
Public Image Ltd.,
Man Eating Sloth,
DJ Sneak,
Robert Görl,
X-101,
Roger Hodgson,
Hoover,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Duran Duran,
The Alarm Clocks,
Soul Sonic Force,
Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy.
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.