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 Jordan and from Mexico City.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Houston.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell to the techno 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 Yazoo. All the underground hits.
All David Bowie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mr. Review record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young & Crazy Horse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cybotron,
John Cale,
Livin' Joy,
Basic Channel,
Flamin' Groovies,
Minor Threat,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Happenings,
Section 25,
Scion,
the Association,
Scientists,
Robert Görl,
Unwound,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ralphi Rosario,
Big Daddy Kane,
Flipper,
The Durutti Column,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Eric B and Rakim,
Connie Case,
Alice Coltrane,
Pharoah Sanders,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Toni Rubio,
Dead Boys,
Matthew Halsall,
The Remains,
The Cowsills,
Cameo,
Zero Boys,
Boz Scaggs,
Black Moon,
Man Eating Sloth,
Groovy Waters,
Bill Near,
E-Dancer,
Ultravox,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Main Source,
Eden Ahbez,
Deepchord,
The Detroit Cobras,
Wasted Youth,
David McCallum,
Skarface,
Make Up,
Cymande,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Dead C,
Tropical Tobacco,
Black Bananas,
Donny Hathaway,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Pylon,
Qualms,
Underground Resistance,
Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu.
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.