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 Micronesia and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 David Bowie to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Birthday Party. All the underground hits.
All Suburban Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Grass Roots 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Adolescents,
DNA,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Judy Mowatt,
Sarah Menescal,
The Dave Clark Five,
X-Ray Spex,
Quando Quango,
Sam Rivers,
Accadde A,
Ornette Coleman,
Newcleus,
Parry Music,
Talk Talk,
Mars,
New York Dolls,
The Gories,
T. Rex,
Crispian St. Peters,
Alice Coltrane,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Duran Duran,
CMW,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Yaz,
The Pop Group,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Slave,
Television,
X-101,
Cybotron,
Erykah Badu,
MC5,
Aaron Thompson,
Jeff Lynne,
The Music Machine,
Charles Mingus,
Arthur Verocai,
Marshall Jefferson,
Jandek,
Pole,
Minny Pops,
Khruangbin,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Jeru the Damaja,
Blake Baxter,
Radiohead,
Soul Sonic Force,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ohio Players,
Robert Wyatt,
Terry Callier,
The J.B.'s,
Sight & Sound,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Gap Band,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pierre Henry,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail.
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.