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 Andorra and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Tom Verlaine 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 LL Cool J to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel. All the underground hits.
All Louis and Bebe Barron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultramagnetic MC's 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fad Gadget record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash,
Buzzcocks,
Sixth Finger,
Royal Trux,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Vainqueur,
Newcleus,
Average White Band,
Mr. Review,
The Selecter,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Gladiators,
Pantaleimon,
The Beau Brummels,
Scan 7,
Quantec,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Brothers Johnson,
Severed Heads,
This Heat,
Sight & Sound,
Fela Kuti,
Echospace,
Gong,
Steve Hackett,
The Gap Band,
Boz Scaggs,
Bad Manners,
UT,
Panda Bear,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Moebius,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sugar Minott,
Jacques Brel,
Barclay James Harvest,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ken Boothe,
Nik Kershaw,
Donald Byrd,
Yazoo,
Scientists,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Toasters,
Procol Harum,
New Age Steppers,
Joensuu 1685,
The Blues Magoos,
The Mojo Men,
Lucky Dragons,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Zapp,
LL Cool J,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Accadde A,
Outsiders,
Unwound,
Mary Jane Girls,
Smog, Smog, Smog, Smog.
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.