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 Qatar and from Winnipeg.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 rhodes 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 Todd Terry to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All Spoonie Gee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brass Construction 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerrie Biddell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arthur Verocai,
Buzzcocks,
Soul II Soul,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sparks,
Crime,
Bad Manners,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gong,
Davy DMX,
Donny Hathaway,
Rufus Thomas,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Alphaville,
Rosa Yemen,
Sarah Menescal,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The American Breed,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Barclay James Harvest,
John Cale,
Dorothy Ashby,
Glambeats Corp.,
Girls At Our Best!,
the Fania All-Stars,
A Certain Ratio,
Pierre Henry,
Nick Fraelich,
The Blackbyrds,
ABC,
Sandy B,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Doors,
Rekid,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Wolf Eyes,
Inner City,
The Busters,
Tropical Tobacco,
Patti Smith,
Fugazi,
Theoretical Girls,
Pole,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Sonics,
The Golliwogs,
Vainqueur,
Masters at Work,
Ohio Players,
Roxette,
Erykah Badu,
Mark Hollis,
Subhumans,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Fear,
Roger Hodgson,
U.S. Maple,
Bang On A Can,
Funkadelic,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band.
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.