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 Thailand and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the güiro 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 The Blackbyrds to the jazz 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 Roxette. All the underground hits.
All Dave Gahan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Outsiders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Parry Music,
Grauzone,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
ABC,
Pole,
Minnie Riperton,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Flesh Eaters,
Alphaville,
One Last Wish,
Flamin' Groovies,
Barrington Levy,
Glenn Branca,
Kerri Chandler,
Nas,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Delta 5,
Nick Fraelich,
Vladislav Delay,
Television,
Jerry's Kids,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Khruangbin,
The Selecter,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lucky Dragons,
The American Breed,
Con Funk Shun,
Infiniti,
Oneida,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Rekid,
the Sonics,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Alice Coltrane,
Yaz,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Moody Blues,
Warsaw,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Prince Buster,
June Days,
Curtis Mayfield,
Magazine,
Dennis Brown,
Crooked Eye,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Move,
Alton Ellis,
John Lydon,
The Blues Magoos,
Ronan,
Whodini,
Smog,
Goldenarms,
Los Fastidios,
Josef K,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Crime, Crime, Crime, Crime.
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.