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 Lebanon and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Portland.
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 sitar 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 Lou Christie to the electroclash 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 Bobby Hutcherson. All the underground hits.
All Mary Jane Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Osbourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mandrill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gap Band,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Jimmy McGriff,
Trumans Water,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Walker Brothers,
Patti Smith,
Maleditus Sound,
The Barracudas,
Groovy Waters,
Lakeside,
Barry Ungar,
Guru Guru,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Banda Bassotti,
Quantec,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Model 500,
Japan,
Bootsy Collins,
Brand Nubian,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Dave Clark Five,
Supertramp,
Boogie Down Productions,
Dead Boys,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Fad Gadget,
Dorothy Ashby,
10cc,
The Wake,
Carl Craig,
Minnie Riperton,
Junior Murvin,
Gichy Dan,
Idris Muhammad,
Chris & Cosey,
8 Eyed Spy,
Negative Approach,
X-101,
John Holt,
The Seeds,
Pulsallama,
Bronski Beat,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ornette Coleman,
Goldenarms,
Second Layer,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Cecil Taylor,
The Count Five,
Deadbeat,
The Evens,
Warren Ellis,
Symarip,
Tears for Fears,
Slick Rick,
Donny Hathaway,
Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec.
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.