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 Colombia and from Woodstock.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 arpeggiator 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 Searchers to the grime 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 OOIOO. All the underground hits.
All Von Mondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Livin' Joy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arcadia,
One Last Wish,
The Evens,
8 Eyed Spy,
Whodini,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Black Dice,
Barbara Tucker,
Angry Samoans,
Lucky Dragons,
Trumans Water,
Vainqueur,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Zeros,
Outsiders,
Roger Hodgson,
Sight & Sound,
Sixth Finger,
U.S. Maple,
David McCallum,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Martian,
Andrew Hill,
Faust,
Crooked Eye,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Youth Brigade,
the Fania All-Stars,
John Holt,
kango's stein massive,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
David Axelrod,
Arthur Verocai,
Man Parrish,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Unwound,
Mission of Burma,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Drexciya,
The Smoke,
Audionom,
Tim Buckley,
Kurtis Blow,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Infiniti,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sällskapet,
Ossler,
Slick Rick,
Underground Resistance,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Max Romeo,
Black Sheep,
Davy DMX,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Eden Ahbez,
the Normal,
Crispian St. Peters,
Nico, Nico, Nico, Nico.
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.