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 Slovakia and from Lagos.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 a-ha to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five. All the underground hits.
All Country Joe & The Fish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sly & The Family Stone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jimmy McGriff,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Donald Byrd,
Cybotron,
Yusef Lateef,
Eli Mardock,
Y Pants,
Make Up,
the Human League,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Alton Ellis,
The Fortunes,
Zero Boys,
Sixth Finger,
The Red Krayola,
The Standells,
The Fugs,
Delon & Dalcan,
kango's stein massive,
Gastr Del Sol,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Matthew Bourne,
Nick Fraelich,
One Last Wish,
Inner City,
Althea and Donna,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Stetsasonic,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Rufus Thomas,
The Modern Lovers,
The Blues Magoos,
DJ Sneak,
Spoonie Gee,
Ralphi Rosario,
Pulsallama,
Ultra Naté,
Cymande,
Graham Central Station,
D'Angelo,
Derrick May,
Derrick Morgan,
Skarface,
The Happenings,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Seeds,
Alphaville,
Mary Jane Girls,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Rekid,
Rapeman,
Mantronix,
Albert Ayler,
Sonic Youth,
Danielle Patucci,
Skriet,
Boredoms,
Metal Thangz,
The Alarm Clocks,
Absolute Body Control,
Tommy Roe,
Glenn Branca,
UT,
Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear.
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.