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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the marimba 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Standells. All the underground hits.
All Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The J.B.'s 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bob Dylan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wasted Youth,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Arab on Radar,
Shoche,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Neu!,
Gang Green,
Barclay James Harvest,
Echospace,
Lou Christie,
Camouflage,
Inner City,
Funky Four + One,
Desert Stars,
Eddi Front,
Ultra Naté,
Darondo,
Jacob Miller,
The Searchers,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Robert Hood,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Harry Pussy,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
48th St. Collective,
John Holt,
The Tremeloes,
Cymande,
Flash Fearless,
Lucky Dragons,
Jeff Lynne,
Deakin,
Minutemen,
June of 44,
Harmonia,
the Bar-Kays,
The Divine Comedy,
F. McDonald,
The Golliwogs,
The Real Kids,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ornette Coleman,
Siglo XX,
Deadbeat,
Circle Jerks,
Gong,
The Stooges,
Kevin Saunderson,
Piero Umiliani,
Country Teasers,
Johnny Clarke,
Glambeats Corp.,
Parry Music,
Sonny Sharrock,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Saints,
Sun City Girls,
DJ Sneak,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf.
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.