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 Luxembourg and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 Shanghai and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 guitar 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 The Selecter to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Lightning Bolt. All the underground hits.
All Cabaret Voltaire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flipper record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Morten Harket record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Howard Jones,
Gregory Isaacs,
Eric Copeland,
Blancmange,
Sexual Harrassment,
Model 500,
the Association,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gichy Dan,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Soul Sonic Force,
kango's stein massive,
Tomorrow,
Surgeon,
the Human League,
ABC,
Roxy Music,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Public Enemy,
Bootsy Collins,
Soul II Soul,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Minnie Riperton,
Q65,
Todd Terry,
Ludus,
The Star Department,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lightning Bolt,
Agent Orange,
K-Klass,
Agitation Free,
Sunsets and Hearts,
EPMD,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Camberwell Now,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Infiniti,
Crash Course in Science,
Bad Manners,
The Stooges,
Siglo XX,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Qualms,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Quantec,
It's A Beautiful Day,
FM Einheit,
Mantronix,
Thompson Twins,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sister Nancy,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ultravox,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Goldenarms,
The Mummies,
Glambeats Corp.,
Wally Richardson,
Rites of Spring,
Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell.
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.