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 Fiji and from London.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Calgary.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Lucky Dragons to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Ten City. All the underground hits.
All Reuben Wilson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Audionom record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donald Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Boredoms,
Jacob Miller,
Procol Harum,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Unrelated Segments,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Stereo Dub,
Alison Limerick,
Jeff Mills,
Tears for Fears,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
World's Most,
The Human League,
Jawbox,
Chris Corsano,
The Monks,
T.S.O.L.,
Yusef Lateef,
kango's stein massive,
Janne Schatter,
Animal Collective,
Talk Talk,
Little Man,
Bluetip,
The Slackers,
The Selecter,
Dennis Brown,
Country Teasers,
Ossler,
Radio Birdman,
The Birthday Party,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Beau Brummels,
ABC,
Roy Ayers,
Q65,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lee Hazlewood,
Duran Duran,
Nation of Ulysses,
John Cale,
Oblivians,
Sun Ra,
Magazine,
Symarip,
The Victims,
Bauhaus,
the Human League,
Rapeman,
Black Pus,
The Black Dice,
Los Fastidios,
Avey Tare,
Fifty Foot Hose,
One Last Wish,
Deadbeat,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Deakin, Deakin, Deakin, Deakin.
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.