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 Moldova and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 Edmonton and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 rhodes 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 United States of America to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Terrestrial Tones. All the underground hits.
All Yusef Lateef tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thompson Twins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Junior Murvin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Circle Jerks,
Quadrant,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Boogie Down Productions,
Tres Demented,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
B.T. Express,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gichy Dan,
The Dirtbombs,
Carl Craig,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Excepter,
The Monochrome Set,
Unwound,
Arthur Verocai,
Nation of Ulysses,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Laurel Aitken,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Dave Gahan,
Mark Hollis,
Stiv Bators,
Eurythmics,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Eden Ahbez,
Monks,
Pantytec,
Tomorrow,
Bronski Beat,
Stereo Dub,
Gerry Rafferty,
cv313,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Todd Rundgren,
Robert Wyatt,
The Five Americans,
The Remains,
The Doors,
Roy Ayers,
Grauzone,
Crooked Eye,
Vladislav Delay,
Organ,
Second Layer,
The J.B.'s,
The Associates,
U.S. Maple,
Dorothy Ashby,
Hashim,
Crispy Ambulance,
Idris Muhammad,
Brand Nubian,
The Divine Comedy,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ornette Coleman,
Kayak, Kayak, Kayak, Kayak.
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.