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 Cape Verde and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Soul Sonic Force to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Derrick May. All the underground hits.
All Con Funk Shun tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Althea and Donna record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythm & Sound 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?
Man Eating Sloth,
Avey Tare,
Japan,
Technova,
Joy Division,
Livin' Joy,
David Bowie,
Rod Modell,
Dual Sessions,
Minutemen,
Kaleidoscope,
The Mojo Men,
the Human League,
Fluxion,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sex Pistols,
Kas Product,
Unwound,
Crooked Eye,
Fela Kuti,
The Victims,
Kevin Saunderson,
X-Ray Spex,
Matthew Halsall,
Joe Finger,
The Zeros,
The Buckinghams,
Banda Bassotti,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Five Americans,
Tomorrow,
Interpol,
Rekid,
The Electric Prunes,
Organ,
Simply Red,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bauhaus,
Alice Coltrane,
Stiv Bators,
Iggy Pop,
Ponytail,
The Modern Lovers,
Siglo XX,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Durutti Column,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Remains,
Quando Quango,
Malaria!,
Absolute Body Control,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lucky Dragons,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Jeff Mills,
The Fuzztones,
Chrome,
Derrick Morgan,
Nils Olav,
Mo-Dettes,
The Wake,
Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader.
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.