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 Benin and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 marimba 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 Main Source to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Porter Ricks. All the underground hits.
All Aswad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Urselle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick Morgan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
48th St. Collective,
The Gladiators,
Zero Boys,
Negative Approach,
Ultra Naté,
a-ha,
Laurel Aitken,
Nick Fraelich,
Marmalade,
Alice Coltrane,
Stetsasonic,
David McCallum,
Anakelly,
Public Enemy,
EPMD,
Lou Reed,
Jerry's Kids,
Hashim,
Technova,
Whodini,
Animal Collective,
Terry Callier,
The Fuzztones,
Andrew Hill,
The Walker Brothers,
Ken Boothe,
Spoonie Gee,
Radio Birdman,
Pantytec,
Fat Boys,
Radiopuhelimet,
Kerri Chandler,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Dorothy Ashby,
Au Pairs,
JFA,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Seeds,
cv313,
Hardrive,
Crash Course in Science,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Spandau Ballet,
The Sonics,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Busters,
Man Parrish,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Velvet Underground,
Sex Pistols,
Unwound,
Lee Hazlewood,
Minor Threat,
The Motions,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Supertramp,
The Angels of Light,
The Wake,
Sonic Youth,
Black Moon,
H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme.
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.