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 Benin and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry to the grunge 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 Radiohead. All the underground hits.
All Kevin Saunderson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slackers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nik Kershaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The American Breed,
Motorama,
The Real Kids,
Suicide,
The Cure,
Khruangbin,
Ludus,
Heaven 17,
Charles Mingus,
The Moleskins,
Das Ding,
Kaleidoscope,
Alphaville,
Camberwell Now,
The Monks,
Marcia Griffiths,
Franke,
Quando Quango,
Hardrive,
Erykah Badu,
Los Fastidios,
Bill Near,
X-Ray Spex,
This Heat,
John Lydon,
Visage,
Interpol,
Buzzcocks,
Kool Moe Dee,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Rufus Thomas,
The Grass Roots,
Reuben Wilson,
Piero Umiliani,
Roger Hodgson,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Mission of Burma,
Reagan Youth,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Slackers,
Judy Mowatt,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gabor Szabo,
In Retrospect,
The Mummies,
Barclay James Harvest,
Quantec,
The Cowsills,
Livin' Joy,
Oblivians,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Soulsonic Force,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Saints,
Brand Nubian,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ronan,
The Busters,
Barbara Tucker,
Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin.
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.