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 Albania and from Jakarta.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Icehouse to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Model 500. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dawn Penn record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 snare and a chamberlin 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 linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eddi Front,
Animal Collective,
Bobby Byrd,
The Beau Brummels,
Lower 48,
Fat Boys,
Bob Dylan,
T.S.O.L.,
Man Parrish,
Jesper Dahlback,
Dark Day,
Bobby Womack,
Jeff Mills,
Japan,
Wolf Eyes,
Donny Hathaway,
Cecil Taylor,
Stetsasonic,
Icehouse,
Jacques Brel,
Skarface,
Patti Smith,
Half Japanese,
Crispian St. Peters,
Smog,
Scratch Acid,
Kool Moe Dee,
Banda Bassotti,
Public Enemy,
ABBA,
Accadde A,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Swans,
La Düsseldorf,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
LL Cool J,
Soul II Soul,
Peter and Kerry,
Blossom Toes,
The Angels of Light,
Pantaleimon,
Stereo Dub,
The Slackers,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Velvet Underground,
Ice-T,
In Retrospect,
A Certain Ratio,
Steve Hackett,
The Gun Club,
Tom Boy,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Eric Copeland,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Newcleus,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Gories,
Darondo,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Henry Cow,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Barry Ungar,
Inner City, Inner City, Inner City, Inner City.
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.