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 Kenya and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Joe Smooth to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell. All the underground hits.
All Rekid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Alarm Clocks 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blues Magoos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultravox,
The Gladiators,
Johnny Clarke,
Sun City Girls,
Oblivians,
Blake Baxter,
Alton Ellis,
the Bar-Kays,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
48th St. Collective,
The Leaves,
Spoonie Gee,
Sparks,
Sound Behaviour,
Animal Collective,
Crooked Eye,
Mark Hollis,
The Vogues,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lou Reed,
Sonny Sharrock,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sly & The Family Stone,
T.S.O.L.,
Faraquet,
Ralphi Rosario,
Juan Atkins,
Metal Thangz,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
the Association,
Joe Finger,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Byron Stingily,
Deakin,
Sexual Harrassment,
Duran Duran,
Neil Young,
The Kinks,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
D'Angelo,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Shuggie Otis,
Stereo Dub,
Soulsonic Force,
David McCallum,
The Slits,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Music Machine,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Eric Dolphy,
Morten Harket,
Ornette Coleman,
Chris Corsano,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Blackbyrds,
kango's stein massive,
Fat Boys,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza.
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.