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 Senegal and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 oboe 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 David Bowie to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Nas. All the underground hits.
All Ronan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alice Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Martian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Grass Roots,
Roxette,
Duran Duran,
Erykah Badu,
Don Cherry,
MC5,
Frankie Knuckles,
Stetsasonic,
Scion,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Goldenarms,
The Smoke,
Byron Stingily,
The Angels of Light,
Alphaville,
ABBA,
X-101,
The Wake,
The Tremeloes,
The New Christs,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Colin Newman,
ABC,
Theoretical Girls,
Deepchord,
Echospace,
Mandrill,
Scientists,
Ten City,
The Invisible,
Average White Band,
The Kinks,
Rapeman,
Sexual Harrassment,
Faust,
Black Sheep,
Interpol,
Tommy Roe,
Funky Four + One,
The Selecter,
Moss Icon,
E-Dancer,
Circle Jerks,
the Bar-Kays,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Unwound,
The Golliwogs,
Sister Nancy,
Bauhaus,
Lou Reed,
The Trojans,
the Fania All-Stars,
Marcia Griffiths,
Cameo,
Oblivians,
Groovy Waters,
Aaron Thompson,
Gil Scott Heron,
Danielle Patucci,
Moebius,
One Last Wish,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
John Holt,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow.
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.