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 Kiribati and from Johannesburg.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 oboe 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 The Angels of Light to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Skatalites. All the underground hits.
All Model 500 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David McCallum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Real Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Half Japanese,
Kaleidoscope,
Morten Harket,
Tears for Fears,
Rhythm & Sound,
Archie Shepp,
Sällskapet,
Theoretical Girls,
Von Mondo,
The Leaves,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Birthday Party,
Judy Mowatt,
Yellowson,
Animal Collective,
Rotary Connection,
Los Fastidios,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Unrelated Segments,
The Shadows of Knight,
Rufus Thomas,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bobby Byrd,
Flipper,
Stockholm Monsters,
Wasted Youth,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Toasters,
The Associates,
Royal Trux,
The Searchers,
Amazonics,
Rod Modell,
Kool Moe Dee,
Buzzcocks,
Susan Cadogan,
Reuben Wilson,
Steve Hackett,
The Vogues,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Boz Scaggs,
The Gap Band,
Whodini,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Walker Brothers,
The Kinks,
Young Marble Giants,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Doobie Brothers,
Darondo,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Cameo,
Skaos,
Wally Richardson,
The Remains,
Erykah Badu,
The Names,
Jacques Brel,
The Techniques,
The Mighty Diamonds,
June Days,
The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department.
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.