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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Manila.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 mellotron 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 Peter and Kerry to the punk 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 Lou Reed & John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Cheater Slicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every China Crisis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sight & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nils Olav,
Roy Ayers,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Mo-Dettes,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Selecter,
Visage,
Banda Bassotti,
Davy DMX,
Bush Tetras,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Saints,
Todd Terry,
Freddie Wadling,
Soul II Soul,
Vainqueur,
Aaron Thompson,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Kerri Chandler,
The Moleskins,
F. McDonald,
Man Parrish,
Urselle,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Eric Copeland,
Lightning Bolt,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Funky Four + One,
Jeff Lynne,
Adolescents,
China Crisis,
Mark Hollis,
Camouflage,
Mad Mike,
Animal Collective,
The Names,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Theoretical Girls,
Minutemen,
Goldenarms,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Albert Ayler,
The Black Dice,
The Beau Brummels,
Smog,
Darondo,
David Axelrod,
Niagra,
Cecil Taylor,
Frankie Knuckles,
Robert Görl,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Residents,
Connie Case,
Sister Nancy,
X-101,
The Last Poets,
Cameo,
Jesper Dahlback,
Soft Machine,
Joy Division,
Gong, Gong, Gong, Gong.
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.