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 Samoa and from Tokyo.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Hong Kong.
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 rhodes 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 Jimmy McGriff to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Yusef Lateef. All the underground hits.
All Radiopuhelimet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Janne Schatter 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aural Exciters,
June Days,
John Holt,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Techniques,
Moebius,
Moby Grape,
Radio Birdman,
Zapp,
X-102,
Swell Maps,
Grauzone,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lakeside,
A Certain Ratio,
Neu!,
Altered Images,
Grey Daturas,
Dual Sessions,
D'Angelo,
The Velvet Underground,
JFA,
Quando Quango,
The Remains,
The Music Machine,
Eve St. Jones,
Bill Near,
DJ Style,
Harpers Bizarre,
Procol Harum,
Ornette Coleman,
Agitation Free,
Brick,
Au Pairs,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Black Sheep,
Audionom,
Heaven 17,
Wolf Eyes,
The Toasters,
Gabor Szabo,
The Moleskins,
The Happenings,
Faraquet,
Lou Christie,
Jacob Miller,
The Slackers,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Busters,
Rekid,
Pharoah Sanders,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Barbara Tucker,
Lucky Dragons,
T. Rex,
The Moody Blues,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Tres Demented,
David Bowie,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.