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 Bhutan and from Bologna.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 güiro 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 A Flock of Seagulls. All the underground hits.
All The Fall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Half Japanese record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cosmic Jokers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sixth Finger,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Duran Duran,
Animal Collective,
Hasil Adkins,
John Cale,
Amon Düül,
The Neon Judgement,
Thee Headcoats,
Alice Coltrane,
Morten Harket,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sun Ra,
Mr. Review,
Excepter,
Eurythmics,
The Fortunes,
Prince Buster,
Todd Terry,
Shoche,
Wally Richardson,
Gang Gang Dance,
Moss Icon,
Altered Images,
Aloha Tigers,
The Names,
Lower 48,
Isaac Hayes,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Barclay James Harvest,
Model 500,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
B.T. Express,
Wolf Eyes,
Eli Mardock,
The Happenings,
Silicon Teens,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sam Rivers,
The Kinks,
ABC,
Panda Bear,
Banda Bassotti,
The Divine Comedy,
the Bar-Kays,
Lungfish,
This Heat,
Pole,
The Fugs,
The Stooges,
Stiv Bators,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Das Ding,
Minnie Riperton,
The Flesh Eaters,
Scientists,
R.M.O.,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Camouflage,
Whodini,
Lightning Bolt,
Khruangbin,
Agent Orange,
Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu.
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.