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 Lithuania and from Delhi.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ 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 Zapp to the rap 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 Howard Jones. All the underground hits.
All Panda Bear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cowsills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
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,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Von Mondo,
Steve Hackett,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Motions,
Slave,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sonny Sharrock,
Basic Channel,
Dark Day,
Fela Kuti,
Kool Moe Dee,
Mo-Dettes,
MDC,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Unwound,
Model 500,
Swans,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Procol Harum,
Outsiders,
Sexual Harrassment,
Alison Limerick,
Niagra,
Ossler,
The Barracudas,
Urselle,
Alice Coltrane,
June of 44,
Sandy B,
The Moleskins,
Yusef Lateef,
Lungfish,
Sonic Youth,
The Smoke,
The Slackers,
Aloha Tigers,
Organ,
Neu!,
Mission of Burma,
World's Most,
Yellowson,
Essential Logic,
Junior Murvin,
Soft Machine,
Brick,
Parry Music,
Pagans,
Stereo Dub,
James White and The Blacks,
Joyce Sims,
Eric Dolphy,
Talk Talk,
Matthew Bourne,
Marcia Griffiths,
Andrew Hill,
Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls.
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.