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 Mali and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Kayak to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Music Machine. All the underground hits.
All John Foxx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James Chance & The Contortions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Osbourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
T. Rex,
Moby Grape,
Throbbing Gristle,
Robert Görl,
Cecil Taylor,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
KRS-One,
Piero Umiliani,
Albert Ayler,
Quando Quango,
Faraquet,
The Cowsills,
Kerri Chandler,
Josef K,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Index,
Thompson Twins,
Don Cherry,
Roxy Music,
Kayak,
Skaos,
The Saints,
Parry Music,
Howard Jones,
Easy Going,
Avey Tare,
Henry Cow,
The Mummies,
Surgeon,
Erasure,
Slick Rick,
The Wake,
Rhythm & Sound,
Newcleus,
The Motions,
Davy DMX,
Moebius,
Rekid,
Lou Reed,
Peter & Gordon,
Rapeman,
Bob Dylan,
New York Dolls,
Television Personalities,
Sugar Minott,
Sight & Sound,
The Skatalites,
Schoolly D,
World's Most,
Cymande,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Electric Prunes,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Neon Judgement,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Five Americans,
The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor.
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.