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 Madagascar and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Shuggie Otis to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Blake Baxter. All the underground hits.
All Blancmange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ralphi Rosario 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Prince Buster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roger Hodgson,
Parry Music,
Masters at Work,
Saccharine Trust,
Youth Brigade,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Intrusion,
The Smoke,
Alison Limerick,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Raincoats,
The Modern Lovers,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Fortunes,
Minutemen,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ken Boothe,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
New Age Steppers,
Massinfluence,
Davy DMX,
Sister Nancy,
The Dave Clark Five,
Donny Hathaway,
Morten Harket,
Jandek,
Bobby Womack,
Kenny Larkin,
Max Romeo,
The Blackbyrds,
The New Christs,
Nation of Ulysses,
Mad Mike,
Tears for Fears,
Deakin,
The Zeros,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Young Marble Giants,
Severed Heads,
Organ,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Todd Rundgren,
Ice-T,
The Divine Comedy,
Tomorrow,
Hasil Adkins,
The Dirtbombs,
The Grass Roots,
Jesper Dahlback,
Thompson Twins,
Talk Talk,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Pharoah Sanders,
Anthony Braxton,
Ponytail,
New York Dolls,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lou Christie,
Bill Near,
The Index,
Index, Index, Index, Index.
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.