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 Lithuania and from Bologna.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 mellotron 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 Sarah Menescal to the techno 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 Duran Duran. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlbäck tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moby Grape record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Talk Talk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-Ray Spex,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Scion,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Happenings,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gabor Szabo,
Amazonics,
Godley & Creme,
Monolake,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gang Gang Dance,
Los Fastidios,
Prince Buster,
Byron Stingily,
The Associates,
These Immortal Souls,
Siglo XX,
The Smoke,
Warren Ellis,
Jeru the Damaja,
E-Dancer,
The Skatalites,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Pagans,
Amon Düül,
Jerry's Kids,
Kenny Larkin,
CMW,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lou Reed,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Agent Orange,
The Trojans,
Susan Cadogan,
Rapeman,
The Names,
Khruangbin,
Technova,
Boogie Down Productions,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Deepchord,
Matthew Bourne,
The Sound,
Toni Rubio,
Ossler,
The Pretty Things,
Livin' Joy,
Nas,
Dorothy Ashby,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Durutti Column,
Marcia Griffiths,
Girls At Our Best!,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Joe Smooth,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Litter,
Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson.
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.