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 Bangladesh and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Ralphi Rosario to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Lucky Dragons. All the underground hits.
All Parry Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Jesus and Mary Chain record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Vogues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pere Ubu,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Basic Channel,
Rufus Thomas,
Shuggie Otis,
Peter and Kerry,
Mr. Review,
John Lydon,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Television,
Robert Görl,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Accadde A,
Marcia Griffiths,
Rod Modell,
Aaron Thompson,
X-101,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ituana,
Kerrie Biddell,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Doors,
Gil Scott Heron,
Rakim,
Scott Walker,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Black Dice,
The Associates,
Nils Olav,
The Beau Brummels,
Derrick Morgan,
Quadrant,
Fela Kuti,
Hardrive,
Boz Scaggs,
Mars,
Toni Rubio,
Interpol,
Ossler,
Wire,
Dennis Brown,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Quando Quango,
Second Layer,
Bill Wells,
Sparks,
The Dave Clark Five,
Au Pairs,
Yazoo,
The Monochrome Set,
Slave,
Peter & Gordon,
Faust,
The Seeds,
Desert Stars,
Jeff Lynne,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lucky Dragons,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
John Coltrane,
Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson.
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.