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 Palau and from Accra.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Shanghai.
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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Bluetip to the disco 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 Fad Gadget. All the underground hits.
All Kerrie Biddell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Jesus and Mary Chain 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 a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Last Poets record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Teasers,
Ohio Players,
Buzzcocks,
the Bar-Kays,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Infiniti,
The Martian,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Toasters,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bobby Sherman,
Lakeside,
The Fortunes,
Hasil Adkins,
Bill Near,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Excepter,
Gichy Dan,
Procol Harum,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Frankie Knuckles,
Reagan Youth,
Al Stewart,
The Cosmic Jokers,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Mark Hollis,
Radiohead,
Matthew Halsall,
Jesper Dahlback,
Liliput,
FM Einheit,
Ultravox,
Nas,
Soulsonic Force,
The Happenings,
David Axelrod,
Pulsallama,
The Dave Clark Five,
Television,
Charles Mingus,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Jeff Lynne,
Jerry's Kids,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Associates,
Joe Finger,
The Fire Engines,
Little Man,
Parry Music,
Minnie Riperton,
Spoonie Gee,
Kurtis Blow,
The Seeds,
Can,
Steve Hackett,
Boz Scaggs,
The Vogues,
Robert Wyatt,
Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey.
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.