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 Papua New Guinea and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 oboe 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 Cheater Slicks to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Kango’s Stein Massive. All the underground hits.
All The Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sisters of Mercy 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kings Of Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantaleimon,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sandy B,
Bobby Womack,
Sällskapet,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Move,
The Blues Magoos,
the Germs,
Brand Nubian,
D'Angelo,
Second Layer,
Crispian St. Peters,
Cal Tjader,
Eric Dolphy,
Average White Band,
Technova,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lungfish,
Ronan,
Morten Harket,
Nick Fraelich,
Sound Behaviour,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Niagra,
Pet Shop Boys,
Kaleidoscope,
Rosa Yemen,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
X-Ray Spex,
Joe Smooth,
Minor Threat,
Kurtis Blow,
Rites of Spring,
Fad Gadget,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Intrusion,
Ken Boothe,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Q65,
JFA,
Alton Ellis,
Jimmy McGriff,
Man Eating Sloth,
DJ Style,
Bizarre Inc.,
Nas,
Sex Pistols,
OOIOO,
Suburban Knight,
Swans,
The Seeds,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Donald Byrd,
Gil Scott Heron,
Hasil Adkins,
Index,
Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears.
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.