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 Luxembourg and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Mo-Dettes to the punk 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 Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Jandek tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Copeland record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Robert Wyatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Motions,
UT,
The Real Kids,
Matthew Halsall,
Gastr Del Sol,
Rakim,
The Neon Judgement,
Electric Light Orchestra,
OOIOO,
Ice-T,
Marine Girls,
Marcia Griffiths,
Kerri Chandler,
Arab on Radar,
Lee Hazlewood,
Eurythmics,
Sonic Youth,
Nirvana,
Babytalk,
Man Eating Sloth,
Yellowson,
Deadbeat,
Cal Tjader,
MDC,
Bad Manners,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ituana,
L. Decosne,
Soul II Soul,
The Leaves,
The Durutti Column,
a-ha,
Echospace,
Joe Finger,
Scrapy,
Flash Fearless,
The Sonics,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Skatalites,
Pulsallama,
Essential Logic,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Letta Mbulu,
The Music Machine,
Index,
Ten City,
H. Thieme,
Severed Heads,
June Days,
Goldenarms,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Desert Stars,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Wasted Youth,
The Martian,
Crispian St. Peters,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Mighty Diamonds,
EPMD,
Motorama, Motorama, Motorama, Motorama.
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.