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 Benin and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 organ 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 Delta 5 to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Terry Callier. All the underground hits.
All Simply Red tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cabaret Voltaire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a cv313 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Detroit Cobras,
Mission of Burma,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Stooges,
Drive Like Jehu,
Pere Ubu,
Minor Threat,
U.S. Maple,
Donald Byrd,
The Residents,
DNA,
Outsiders,
KRS-One,
Thompson Twins,
Jacques Brel,
Eden Ahbez,
Scion,
Charles Mingus,
Fat Boys,
The Velvet Underground,
Supertramp,
Brothers Johnson,
Banda Bassotti,
Albert Ayler,
Scientists,
Throbbing Gristle,
Swell Maps,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Terrestrial Tones,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Real Kids,
The Fire Engines,
Laurel Aitken,
Groovy Waters,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Doors,
Scott Walker,
the Slits,
Faust,
Half Japanese,
Ronnie Foster,
Cameo,
Aaron Thompson,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Mummies,
Mary Jane Girls,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Das Ding,
Talk Talk,
The Five Americans,
Kurtis Blow,
Prince Buster,
Don Cherry,
Judy Mowatt,
Massinfluence,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ronan,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Beasts of Bourbon,
John Foxx,
Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music.
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.