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 Sri Lanka and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 güiro 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 Heaven 17 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 Deadbeat. All the underground hits.
All Davy DMX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pole record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Procol Harum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Modern Lovers,
Bobby Womack,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Nils Olav,
The Standells,
Cal Tjader,
Kurtis Blow,
Joy Division,
The Pretty Things,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
LL Cool J,
Procol Harum,
Basic Channel,
cv313,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sight & Sound,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Pole,
Radiopuhelimet,
D'Angelo,
June of 44,
Jesper Dahlback,
Los Fastidios,
Dawn Penn,
F. McDonald,
Joe Smooth,
Loose Ends,
Mars,
Echospace,
Magazine,
Steve Hackett,
Prince Buster,
The Trojans,
Outsiders,
8 Eyed Spy,
Davy DMX,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Crime,
Harmonia,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Moebius,
Lalann,
Groovy Waters,
The Offenders,
Pylon,
Franke,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Doors,
Terry Callier,
The Barracudas,
Royal Trux,
June Days,
Robert Hood,
Tres Demented,
Adolescents,
Soul II Soul,
The Fugs,
Suburban Knight,
Dual Sessions,
Aswad,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lebanon Hanover,
Livin' Joy,
Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons.
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.