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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 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 Yellowson 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 The Jesus and Mary Chain. All the underground hits.
All Pet Shop Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erykah Badu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lindisfarne,
Gang Green,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
H. Thieme,
The Saints,
Thee Headcoats,
James White and The Blacks,
The Fall,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Big Daddy Kane,
Kool Moe Dee,
Liliput,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Man Parrish,
Nation of Ulysses,
Kurtis Blow,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Motions,
Dead Boys,
The Toasters,
Niagra,
Brand Nubian,
Tears for Fears,
Chris & Cosey,
Eric Dolphy,
Fat Boys,
Delon & Dalcan,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
X-Ray Spex,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Terry Callier,
The Black Dice,
The Vogues,
Jimmy McGriff,
the Fania All-Stars,
Groovy Waters,
The Fuzztones,
Scion,
Shuggie Otis,
Scientists,
The Cowsills,
The Trojans,
Brothers Johnson,
The Beau Brummels,
Mandrill,
Babytalk,
Duran Duran,
Altered Images,
Alton Ellis,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Cramps,
Junior Murvin,
The Sonics,
Rod Modell,
Steve Hackett,
the Sonics,
Das Ding,
Technova,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Unwound, Unwound, Unwound, Unwound.
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.