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 Guyana and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Matthew Bourne to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Angels of Light. All the underground hits.
All Lafayette Afro Rock Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ten City 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Enemy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Popol Vuh,
The Pretty Things,
Public Enemy,
Fad Gadget,
Brothers Johnson,
Kaleidoscope,
The Remains,
Quadrant,
Japan,
Magma,
Piero Umiliani,
Television,
Faust,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Spoonie Gee,
Maurizio,
Anakelly,
The Motions,
Nils Olav,
Deepchord,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gang Green,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
World's Most,
The Gladiators,
Panda Bear,
Barbara Tucker,
Kurtis Blow,
Newcleus,
Nas,
Man Eating Sloth,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Leaves,
Arcadia,
Altered Images,
Young Marble Giants,
The Saints,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Wings,
Inner City,
Eve St. Jones,
Toni Rubio,
Pagans,
Amon Düül,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Oblivians,
the Germs,
Girls At Our Best!,
Underground Resistance,
Yazoo,
Cecil Taylor,
John Coltrane,
Pulsallama,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters.
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.