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 Somalia and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Johannesburg.
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 organ 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 Adolescents to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 U.S. Maple. All the underground hits.
All Funky Four + One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Sheep record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Livin' Joy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television,
Minny Pops,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Yaz,
The J.B.'s,
Half Japanese,
Dual Sessions,
Gang Gang Dance,
Whodini,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Eli Mardock,
The Detroit Cobras,
Isaac Hayes,
Sparks,
China Crisis,
Black Bananas,
Theoretical Girls,
Subhumans,
Franke,
AZ,
The Sonics,
Sight & Sound,
Kenny Larkin,
FM Einheit,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bootsy Collins,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Roger Hodgson,
Faraquet,
Joy Division,
Mo-Dettes,
Eurythmics,
Minutemen,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Duran Duran,
Black Flag,
Blossom Toes,
Hot Snakes,
Sonny Sharrock,
Youth Brigade,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Techniques,
The Doors,
Godley & Creme,
Panda Bear,
The Monks,
The Neon Judgement,
Erykah Badu,
Big Daddy Kane,
Erasure,
Sarah Menescal,
Sällskapet,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Peter & Gordon,
The Toasters,
Soul II Soul,
The Modern Lovers,
Accadde A,
H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme.
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.