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 Mozambique and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Mary Jane Girls to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sight & Sound. All the underground hits.
All John Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every This Heat 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Simply Red record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonic Youth,
Lalann,
Barrington Levy,
Bill Wells,
The Zeros,
Simply Red,
a-ha,
New Order,
Gang Starr,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The New Christs,
John Foxx,
Sandy B,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Colin Newman,
Gabor Szabo,
Aural Exciters,
Hardrive,
Rosa Yemen,
Cymande,
Depeche Mode,
Franke,
The Buckinghams,
Boz Scaggs,
Albert Ayler,
Main Source,
R.M.O.,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Circle Jerks,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Mary Jane Girls,
Dennis Brown,
Theoretical Girls,
Cybotron,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Essential Logic,
The Gladiators,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Fatback Band,
Robert Görl,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bang On A Can,
Charles Mingus,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Barracudas,
Wolf Eyes,
Aaron Thompson,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ultimate Spinach,
Alphaville,
Joy Division,
Kurtis Blow,
Hashim,
Oblivians,
Archie Shepp,
the Germs,
Glambeats Corp.,
cv313, cv313, cv313, cv313.
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.