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 Antigua and from Mumbai.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 La Düsseldorf to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Livin' Joy. All the underground hits.
All Yazoo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultravox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash,
Reagan Youth,
Gang Starr,
Bobby Womack,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Roxette,
Bluetip,
Yaz,
Godley & Creme,
Frankie Knuckles,
Marvin Gaye,
Dennis Brown,
Outsiders,
Rakim,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Grauzone,
Ultravox,
Second Layer,
Nirvana,
The Black Dice,
Rekid,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Organ,
Hashim,
Index,
Minny Pops,
Lyres,
Kas Product,
Motorama,
David Bowie,
The Modern Lovers,
Anakelly,
The Associates,
Rod Modell,
Soulsonic Force,
D'Angelo,
H. Thieme,
FM Einheit,
Prince Buster,
Dead Boys,
Massinfluence,
The Monks,
Sound Behaviour,
Hot Snakes,
Liliput,
Joey Negro,
Alison Limerick,
The Saints,
Moss Icon,
Bootsy Collins,
Funkadelic,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Blues Magoos,
The Names,
Hoover,
Ice-T,
Vainqueur,
Amon Düül II,
Urselle,
Lakeside,
Donald Byrd,
Sam Rivers,
John Cale, John Cale, John Cale, John Cale.
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.