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 Tuvalu and from Taipei.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 sitar 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 Black Bananas to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Shoche. All the underground hits.
All Guru Guru tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Light Orchestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Age Steppers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joensuu 1685,
Blossom Toes,
The Count Five,
Dawn Penn,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Flamin' Groovies,
Suburban Knight,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Eve St. Jones,
The Raincoats,
Yusef Lateef,
Television,
The Associates,
Aswad,
Crooked Eye,
Boredoms,
Model 500,
Radiohead,
This Heat,
Lou Reed,
Youth Brigade,
Sex Pistols,
The Tremeloes,
Cheater Slicks,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Skarface,
Country Teasers,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Marmalade,
Bobby Sherman,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Cramps,
Bootsy Collins,
Steve Hackett,
Y Pants,
Das Ding,
The Gories,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Chris Corsano,
Pet Shop Boys,
Duran Duran,
The Index,
Bizarre Inc.,
Toni Rubio,
EPMD,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Mojo Men,
LL Cool J,
Boz Scaggs,
Tears for Fears,
Tommy Roe,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Thompson Twins,
Subhumans,
Camberwell Now,
John Lydon,
Scion,
Andrew Hill,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks.
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.