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 Burkina and from Delhi.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the rhodes 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 MDC to the grunge 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 Fluxion. All the underground hits.
All Todd Rundgren tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oblivians record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crooked Eye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Leonard Cohen,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The American Breed,
Boogie Down Productions,
a-ha,
Alton Ellis,
Supertramp,
Hot Snakes,
Oneida,
Eddi Front,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Pantytec,
Niagra,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Five Americans,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
D'Angelo,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Jacques Brel,
Fugazi,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Remains,
Sandy B,
Lower 48,
Kenny Larkin,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Dorothy Ashby,
Can,
Scrapy,
The Moleskins,
The Pretty Things,
Letta Mbulu,
Harpers Bizarre,
Boz Scaggs,
The Saints,
Trumans Water,
Gang of Four,
Outsiders,
Barclay James Harvest,
Panda Bear,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gong,
Massinfluence,
The Blues Magoos,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Cluster,
The Walker Brothers,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Cabaret Voltaire,
F. McDonald,
Half Japanese,
The Wake,
Marshall Jefferson,
Warren Ellis,
The Durutti Column,
Newcleus,
Au Pairs,
Basic Channel,
Faust, Faust, Faust, Faust.
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.