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 Cambodia and from Manchester.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Jeff Lynne to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Blues Magoos. All the underground hits.
All Deadbeat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aswad 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlbäck record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quantec,
Shuggie Otis,
Camberwell Now,
Animal Collective,
Urselle,
Gabor Szabo,
Bob Dylan,
The Golliwogs,
Godley & Creme,
Bronski Beat,
Stockholm Monsters,
Eddi Front,
Erykah Badu,
The Human League,
Crispy Ambulance,
Tommy Roe,
The Real Kids,
Blake Baxter,
The Flesh Eaters,
Arthur Verocai,
Rapeman,
Soul II Soul,
Joyce Sims,
Guru Guru,
Derrick Morgan,
Gang Starr,
Unrelated Segments,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Harry Pussy,
Vainqueur,
Blossom Toes,
The Misunderstood,
Dead Boys,
Japan,
Bang On A Can,
Black Flag,
D'Angelo,
the Normal,
Absolute Body Control,
DJ Sneak,
The Last Poets,
FM Einheit,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Skatalites,
These Immortal Souls,
Lucky Dragons,
The Black Dice,
Tropical Tobacco,
Cheater Slicks,
Icehouse,
China Crisis,
Organ,
Can,
Cameo,
Matthew Halsall,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Grey Daturas,
The Monochrome Set,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Dawn Penn,
Sunsets and Hearts,
X-Ray Spex,
Ronan,
Derrick May,
Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep.
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.