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 Syria and from Calgary.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 harpsichord 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 Talk Talk to the dance 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 Excepter. All the underground hits.
All Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Circle Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 snare and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lucky Dragons record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra,
The Index,
K-Klass,
The Blues Magoos,
Neu!,
R.M.O.,
Bill Near,
10cc,
Bush Tetras,
Fad Gadget,
Davy DMX,
Sixth Finger,
Maurizio,
Toni Rubio,
The Smiths,
Banda Bassotti,
Soft Cell,
Radio Birdman,
X-102,
The Fire Engines,
Massinfluence,
Traffic Nightmare,
Joe Smooth,
Television,
The Misunderstood,
Scion,
Rites of Spring,
The Names,
T.S.O.L.,
Freddie Wadling,
Yusef Lateef,
The Five Americans,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Marc Almond,
The Divine Comedy,
The Shadows of Knight,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Invisible,
OOIOO,
Todd Rundgren,
Glambeats Corp.,
Circle Jerks,
Sister Nancy,
Johnny Clarke,
Supertramp,
Deepchord,
Kerrie Biddell,
Amon Düül II,
The Human League,
the Association,
8 Eyed Spy,
Absolute Body Control,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Reagan Youth,
Lindisfarne,
Schoolly D,
Alison Limerick,
EPMD,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lungfish,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin.
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.