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 Micronesia and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 arpeggiator 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 Tommy Roe to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Barracudas. All the underground hits.
All Howard Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Lydon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Joe & The Fish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Althea and Donna,
Big Daddy Kane,
Thee Headcoats,
Man Eating Sloth,
Interpol,
Cybotron,
The Red Krayola,
Barry Ungar,
Model 500,
AZ,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Mo-Dettes,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ultravox,
Drexciya,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
David Bowie,
Alice Coltrane,
New Age Steppers,
the Fania All-Stars,
Matthew Halsall,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Leonard Cohen,
Judy Mowatt,
Fela Kuti,
Kaleidoscope,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Joe Smooth,
Lakeside,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Supertramp,
Half Japanese,
Stereo Dub,
Lalo Schifrin,
Letta Mbulu,
The Residents,
Delta 5,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
This Heat,
Roger Hodgson,
The Kinks,
Junior Murvin,
Magma,
Stockholm Monsters,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Cheater Slicks,
The Happenings,
T. Rex,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Arcadia,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Symarip,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Martian,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Reagan Youth,
The Shadows of Knight,
Harpers Bizarre,
Freddie Wadling,
The Mighty Diamonds,
F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald.
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.