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 Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids to the disco 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 Matthew Halsall. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Divine Comedy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reuben Wilson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABC,
The Young Rascals,
Barrington Levy,
Alphaville,
Quando Quango,
Moss Icon,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gichy Dan,
Siglo XX,
The Divine Comedy,
Black Bananas,
the Bar-Kays,
James White and The Blacks,
The J.B.'s,
Blossom Toes,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Little Man,
Rekid,
DJ Style,
The Fall,
The Last Poets,
Marvin Gaye,
Agent Orange,
Lucky Dragons,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Donald Byrd,
Unwound,
The Walker Brothers,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sam Rivers,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Fuzztones,
AZ,
the Fania All-Stars,
Amon Düül,
The Detroit Cobras,
Joe Finger,
Roy Ayers,
Maleditus Sound,
U.S. Maple,
Country Teasers,
Eurythmics,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Offenders,
Monolake,
Lakeside,
Moebius,
Intrusion,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Essential Logic,
This Heat,
Barbara Tucker,
Bobby Womack,
Jeru the Damaja,
Funkadelic,
Deepchord,
Neu!,
Kenny Larkin,
Arab on Radar,
Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya.
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.