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 Niger and from Spokane.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 spring reverb 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 Grauzone to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Panda Bear. All the underground hits.
All The Trojans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Byron Stingily 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Guru Guru record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dawn Penn,
The Fall,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Jacques Brel,
Monolake,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ornette Coleman,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lindisfarne,
London Community Gospel Choir,
a-ha,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Altered Images,
The Count Five,
The Alarm Clocks,
48th St. Collective,
Subhumans,
Bobby Womack,
The Saints,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sunsets and Hearts,
the Swans,
Fugazi,
LL Cool J,
The United States of America,
Scientists,
Loose Ends,
Girls At Our Best!,
kango's stein massive,
Excepter,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Mojo Men,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Residents,
The Skatalites,
Curtis Mayfield,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Stockholm Monsters,
Connie Case,
Vladislav Delay,
The Mummies,
Neu!,
Barry Ungar,
The Seeds,
Nils Olav,
X-Ray Spex,
The Moody Blues,
John Cale,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Johnny Osbourne,
Flash Fearless,
Lower 48,
the Human League,
K-Klass,
Quadrant,
Simply Red,
Nas,
Letta Mbulu,
Visage,
Tears for Fears,
Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill.
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.