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 the UAE and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 sitar 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 Maurizio to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Star Department. All the underground hits.
All The Gap Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sound Behaviour 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Talk Talk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tommy Roe,
Patti Smith,
Sun City Girls,
the Human League,
Johnny Osbourne,
Henry Cow,
The Flesh Eaters,
Inner City,
Bad Manners,
The Buckinghams,
Ten City,
Glambeats Corp.,
Mary Jane Girls,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Rites of Spring,
Glenn Branca,
Lyres,
Peter & Gordon,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Barry Ungar,
The Smoke,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Intrusion,
Albert Ayler,
Wasted Youth,
Lucky Dragons,
The Gap Band,
The Last Poets,
Motorama,
Neil Young,
Organ,
This Heat,
The United States of America,
Qualms,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Marc Almond,
Spoonie Gee,
Thee Headcoats,
Rod Modell,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Jesper Dahlback,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Trumans Water,
Sonic Youth,
Camberwell Now,
Donny Hathaway,
a-ha,
Nas,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Amazonics,
Amon Düül II,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Jawbox,
kango's stein massive,
Girls At Our Best!,
Desert Stars,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Kinks,
The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans.
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.