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 Austria and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 Hong Kong and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin 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 EPMD to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Doobie Brothers. All the underground hits.
All F. McDonald tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Lynne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Flipper,
Jawbox,
ABBA,
Mary Jane Girls,
Skarface,
Eden Ahbez,
Nik Kershaw,
Crime,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ultra Naté,
Bush Tetras,
Masters at Work,
the Bar-Kays,
Johnny Osbourne,
Livin' Joy,
Kas Product,
The Sonics,
Young Marble Giants,
the Normal,
China Crisis,
10cc,
Kerri Chandler,
R.M.O.,
Talk Talk,
Grandmaster Flash,
Jimmy McGriff,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Electric Prunes,
Flash Fearless,
Rakim,
Aloha Tigers,
Roxy Music,
Freddie Wadling,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Durutti Column,
The Count Five,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sister Nancy,
Aural Exciters,
Scientists,
Dennis Brown,
Junior Murvin,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Basic Channel,
Inner City,
Sun City Girls,
Black Sheep,
Maleditus Sound,
Nirvana,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lebanon Hanover,
New Order,
Hasil Adkins,
Gang of Four,
Zapp,
Funkadelic,
Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell.
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.