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 Russia and from Bremen.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Graham Central Station to the electroclash 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 Agitation Free. All the underground hits.
All H. Thieme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Laurel Aitken record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers Ubiquity record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aswad,
Danielle Patucci,
a-ha,
Lakeside,
Aural Exciters,
The Count Five,
Eli Mardock,
Nils Olav,
Gang Starr,
Radiohead,
Mission of Burma,
Clear Light,
ABC,
The Skatalites,
Circle Jerks,
Jacques Brel,
Lebanon Hanover,
Scion,
Symarip,
Supertramp,
The Alarm Clocks,
Parry Music,
Amazonics,
Shuggie Otis,
Terry Callier,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Tommy Roe,
The Leaves,
Heaven 17,
Can,
Jawbox,
Mr. Review,
Pere Ubu,
ABBA,
Prince Buster,
Tubeway Army,
The Flesh Eaters,
kango's stein massive,
Loose Ends,
Howard Jones,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Smog,
Vainqueur,
Graham Central Station,
Soul II Soul,
The Human League,
The Happenings,
The Zeros,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sandy B,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Infiniti,
Porter Ricks,
Con Funk Shun,
Sonny Sharrock,
Max Romeo,
Lou Christie,
Slave,
Quando Quango,
Hoover,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux.
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.