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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Tehran.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 synthesizer 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 Donny Hathaway to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Cal Tjader. All the underground hits.
All The Angels of Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every De La Soul & Jungle Brothers 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Motorama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Patti Smith,
Matthew Bourne,
Smog,
Barrington Levy,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Blancmange,
The Fugs,
Excepter,
Erykah Badu,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Saints,
Charles Mingus,
B.T. Express,
Delta 5,
Warren Ellis,
Rites of Spring,
Marshall Jefferson,
MDC,
Radiohead,
Ken Boothe,
Avey Tare,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bill Wells,
Rekid,
Neu!,
Fat Boys,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Joe Finger,
Suicide,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Faust,
Scientists,
JFA,
Neil Young,
Ossler,
Popol Vuh,
Soul II Soul,
Grey Daturas,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Black Dice,
Jesper Dahlback,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Icehouse,
Sun City Girls,
Youth Brigade,
Max Romeo,
Hasil Adkins,
The Blackbyrds,
New Order,
Howard Jones,
Camouflage,
Fifty Foot Hose,
8 Eyed Spy,
LL Cool J,
Franke,
The Flesh Eaters,
Alton Ellis,
the Human League,
Alphaville,
Lungfish,
R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O..
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.