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 Cameroon and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 ABBA to the dance 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 Nico. All the underground hits.
All Glambeats Corp. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kayak 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bad Manners record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Surgeon,
Stereo Dub,
Hoover,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ten City,
Underground Resistance,
Gang Starr,
Deadbeat,
Anthony Braxton,
Scion,
Curtis Mayfield,
a-ha,
Ultra Naté,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lee Hazlewood,
Pantytec,
Reuben Wilson,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Blackbyrds,
Albert Ayler,
Minor Threat,
Rites of Spring,
The Fugs,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Laurel Aitken,
T. Rex,
The Techniques,
Chris Corsano,
Porter Ricks,
Intrusion,
Mr. Review,
Sam Rivers,
Scratch Acid,
Grauzone,
Fad Gadget,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Robert Hood,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Nas,
Pulsallama,
Matthew Halsall,
Dennis Brown,
the Slits,
Ken Boothe,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Mad Mike,
Donald Byrd,
Rosa Yemen,
Minny Pops,
Zapp,
Infiniti,
Prince Buster,
Alphaville,
Fluxion,
The Fortunes,
The Selecter,
DJ Style,
Cecil Taylor,
The Martian,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
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.