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 Senegal and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Barrington Levy to the funk 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 Funky Four + One. All the underground hits.
All Archie Shepp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Newcleus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mission of Burma,
Wolf Eyes,
K-Klass,
Pet Shop Boys,
D'Angelo,
Johnny Osbourne,
Agent Orange,
Harmonia,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Intrusion,
David McCallum,
The Blackbyrds,
Bobby Womack,
Warsaw,
The Martian,
Joey Negro,
Donny Hathaway,
Gang Green,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Leaves,
Rufus Thomas,
The Fuzztones,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gang Starr,
Supertramp,
Moss Icon,
Amon Düül II,
Cecil Taylor,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Selecter,
Tomorrow,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Techniques,
The Count Five,
Thee Headcoats,
New Order,
The Mojo Men,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lou Reed,
The Star Department,
Dead Boys,
Subhumans,
Sonic Youth,
Radiohead,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Derrick May,
The Five Americans,
Spandau Ballet,
Monolake,
Kenny Larkin,
Brand Nubian,
The Gun Club,
Shoche,
The Sound,
The New Christs,
This Heat,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gerry Rafferty,
Marcia Griffiths,
Morten Harket,
The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor.
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.