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 Guatemala and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Moleskins. All the underground hits.
All Roger Hodgson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Inner City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Green,
Scott Walker,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bush Tetras,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Althea and Donna,
Urselle,
The Selecter,
Sixth Finger,
The Evens,
Peter and Kerry,
Stockholm Monsters,
Kool Moe Dee,
Nation of Ulysses,
Steve Hackett,
Lou Reed,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Guru Guru,
Pulsallama,
Roxette,
James White and The Blacks,
Buzzcocks,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Don Cherry,
Ronan,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Spoonie Gee,
Blossom Toes,
Skarface,
Outsiders,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Gun Club,
Eddi Front,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Mummies,
Rakim,
T.S.O.L.,
The Real Kids,
Trumans Water,
The Stooges,
Heaven 17,
Man Parrish,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Chris & Cosey,
Vainqueur,
Toni Rubio,
Traffic Nightmare,
Derrick Morgan,
Harry Pussy,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lightning Bolt,
Interpol,
Black Bananas,
Jerry's Kids,
The Golliwogs,
Curtis Mayfield,
B.T. Express,
Leonard Cohen,
Negative Approach,
Juan Atkins,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson.
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.