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 Armenia and from Copenhagen.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 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 David Axelrod to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.
All The Mighty Diamonds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liaisons Dangereuses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobbi Humphrey,
Harry Pussy,
Black Sheep,
Crooked Eye,
Big Daddy Kane,
Hashim,
Shuggie Otis,
Sällskapet,
The Doors,
The Count Five,
Harpers Bizarre,
Dave Gahan,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Martian,
The Pretty Things,
Steve Hackett,
The Slackers,
Jeff Lynne,
Pagans,
The Neon Judgement,
The Residents,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Pierre Henry,
Vainqueur,
Das Ding,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Barclay James Harvest,
D'Angelo,
Toni Rubio,
In Retrospect,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Funkadelic,
The Invisible,
FM Einheit,
The Mummies,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Altered Images,
Nas,
The American Breed,
Roxy Music,
the Germs,
Eve St. Jones,
Radiohead,
Warsaw,
Television,
Henry Cow,
Fat Boys,
The Mojo Men,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Visage,
Wolf Eyes,
These Immortal Souls,
Stiv Bators,
X-101,
Skarface,
Bill Wells,
Simply Red,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Yaz,
Livin' Joy,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case.
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.