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 China and from Lille.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 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 Connie Case 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 Johnny Osbourne. All the underground hits.
All Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New York Dolls 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magma,
Barbara Tucker,
E-Dancer,
Wings,
Joey Negro,
Rufus Thomas,
Ohio Players,
the Soft Cell,
UT,
Symarip,
U.S. Maple,
Au Pairs,
Flamin' Groovies,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Mighty Diamonds,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Walker Brothers,
The Zeros,
Kerri Chandler,
Bobby Sherman,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Animal Collective,
the Sonics,
Todd Terry,
Sarah Menescal,
Stereo Dub,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
8 Eyed Spy,
Derrick May,
Black Sheep,
Hot Snakes,
Ponytail,
Eric Copeland,
Byron Stingily,
Delon & Dalcan,
Prince Buster,
Al Stewart,
Cameo,
Blossom Toes,
The Count Five,
The Busters,
Kurtis Blow,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Half Japanese,
a-ha,
Henry Cow,
The Toasters,
Parry Music,
Colin Newman,
Carl Craig,
Country Joe & The Fish,
L. Decosne,
Stetsasonic,
Deakin,
Fluxion,
The Knickerbockers,
Archie Shepp,
Yaz,
The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies.
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.