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 New Zealand and from Shanghai.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Mad Mike to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Hashim. All the underground hits.
All Electric Light Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiopuhelimet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeru the Damaja,
The Angels of Light,
Duran Duran,
Sparks,
kango's stein massive,
Bill Wells,
Mantronix,
One Last Wish,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Erykah Badu,
Chris & Cosey,
The Tremeloes,
Soft Machine,
Nas,
Soul II Soul,
Panda Bear,
The Residents,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ossler,
Ronan,
Thompson Twins,
Tres Demented,
Gang Gang Dance,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Faraquet,
The Golliwogs,
Sandy B,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Standells,
The Birthday Party,
Marshall Jefferson,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Scan 7,
The Invisible,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Davy DMX,
Bobby Womack,
E-Dancer,
Thee Headcoats,
The Toasters,
Au Pairs,
John Holt,
Mr. Review,
Magma,
the Slits,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Talk Talk,
Hardrive,
Mars,
Mark Hollis,
Siglo XX,
Grauzone,
Cybotron,
MC5,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Dorothy Ashby,
New York Dolls,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Happenings,
Andrew Hill,
Suicide, Suicide, Suicide, Suicide.
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.