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 Lesotho and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 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 R.M.O. 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 The Mummies. All the underground hits.
All Slick Rick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lafayette Afro Rock Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dorothy Ashby record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Fania All-Stars,
One Last Wish,
Royal Trux,
Electric Prunes,
Siglo XX,
Negative Approach,
Roxy Music,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Cure,
Bronski Beat,
Danielle Patucci,
Smog,
Moebius,
Rapeman,
Porter Ricks,
Wolf Eyes,
Youth Brigade,
Angry Samoans,
Goldenarms,
The Sonics,
Soulsonic Force,
Freddie Wadling,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Grauzone,
Harpers Bizarre,
the Sonics,
Sugar Minott,
Masters at Work,
Ituana,
AZ,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Associates,
Vladislav Delay,
The Fortunes,
Joensuu 1685,
Al Stewart,
Unwound,
Rites of Spring,
The Motions,
Janne Schatter,
Flamin' Groovies,
Black Moon,
Main Source,
Pere Ubu,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Magma,
The American Breed,
The Music Machine,
Buzzcocks,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Saints,
Das Ding,
Alphaville,
Leonard Cohen,
Cymande,
Eden Ahbez,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Heaven 17,
The Buckinghams,
Donald Byrd,
Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad.
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.