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 Slovenia and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Mexico City.
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 clarinet 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 Soul II Soul to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Minor Threat. All the underground hits.
All The Barracudas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 48th St. Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Smog,
Dark Day,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Fear,
Aaron Thompson,
Howard Jones,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Joe Smooth,
Scan 7,
Intrusion,
Outsiders,
Kaleidoscope,
The Invisible,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Guru Guru,
Dual Sessions,
Tim Buckley,
Max Romeo,
Steve Hackett,
Minnie Riperton,
Lakeside,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Aural Exciters,
Scott Walker,
a-ha,
Eric Copeland,
Little Man,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Terrestrial Tones,
Hashim,
Blancmange,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Joy Division,
Thompson Twins,
Judy Mowatt,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ken Boothe,
The Doobie Brothers,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
X-Ray Spex,
Black Sheep,
Soft Cell,
The New Christs,
Agent Orange,
Skaos,
Mars,
Tres Demented,
Rakim,
Mary Jane Girls,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Dorothy Ashby,
Joensuu 1685,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Doors,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Arcadia,
Sällskapet,
Donald Byrd,
AZ,
Blake Baxter,
The Cramps,
Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone.
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.