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 Australia and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 theremin 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 Girls At Our Best! to the rap 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 Heavy D & The Boyz. All the underground hits.
All Angels of Light & Akron/Family tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glambeats Corp. 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 an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-Ray Spex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reuben Wilson,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Organ,
Franke,
The Neon Judgement,
Moebius,
The Dirtbombs,
Cluster,
Soul II Soul,
Janne Schatter,
Blancmange,
The J.B.'s,
David McCallum,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Basic Channel,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Rapeman,
The Gap Band,
Quadrant,
The Trojans,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Doobie Brothers,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Y Pants,
Robert Wyatt,
Jerry's Kids,
Mary Jane Girls,
Al Stewart,
Black Bananas,
Dark Day,
The Gories,
Reagan Youth,
Bluetip,
Shuggie Otis,
MDC,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Tres Demented,
Simply Red,
Maleditus Sound,
Bobby Byrd,
Roxette,
Matthew Bourne,
Kevin Saunderson,
Circle Jerks,
Oneida,
The Searchers,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Clear Light,
Boogie Down Productions,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Buckinghams,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Gladiators,
Fat Boys,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Prince Buster,
Joey Negro,
Minor Threat,
The Move,
Aaron Thompson,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Dave Clark Five,
Hashim, Hashim, Hashim, Hashim.
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.