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 Sri Lanka and from Hong Kong.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Y Pants to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Leaves. All the underground hits.
All Fat Boys 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 jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tubeway Army,
Con Funk Shun,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bobby Womack,
Peter and Kerry,
Brand Nubian,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Fugs,
Camberwell Now,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lindisfarne,
Iggy Pop,
The Velvet Underground,
X-101,
MDC,
Crooked Eye,
Popol Vuh,
These Immortal Souls,
Joe Smooth,
Laurel Aitken,
The Blues Magoos,
Wings,
Cameo,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sandy B,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Cure,
Janne Schatter,
The Red Krayola,
The Flesh Eaters,
the Germs,
the Slits,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Saints,
Skriet,
CMW,
Motorama,
Subhumans,
Ultra Naté,
The J.B.'s,
Reuben Wilson,
Roy Ayers,
Joey Negro,
David Bowie,
The Wake,
Technova,
Agent Orange,
Porter Ricks,
Marshall Jefferson,
Cheater Slicks,
Y Pants,
Swell Maps,
The Moleskins,
Skaos,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
ABC,
Gang Starr,
Eve St. Jones,
Grandmaster Flash,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Easy Going,
Lyres,
E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer.
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.