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 Israel and from Salvador.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 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 The Skatalites to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Joensuu 1685. All the underground hits.
All Easy Going tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doobie Brothers 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 snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Depeche Mode,
Moebius,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
One Last Wish,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
These Immortal Souls,
Laurel Aitken,
Index,
Theoretical Girls,
Section 25,
Roxette,
Janne Schatter,
48th St. Collective,
Faust,
Chrome,
Scratch Acid,
Grey Daturas,
The Black Dice,
Bluetip,
Royal Trux,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ornette Coleman,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Human League,
Lalo Schifrin,
Glambeats Corp.,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Arthur Verocai,
the Normal,
Brick,
Black Sheep,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Barbara Tucker,
Pole,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Real Kids,
Funkadelic,
Bang On A Can,
E-Dancer,
Ohio Players,
Q65,
X-102,
Main Source,
The Move,
The Trojans,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Arab on Radar,
Make Up,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Yaz,
Max Romeo,
The Leaves,
Ituana,
Sandy B,
Sarah Menescal,
Stereo Dub,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Reagan Youth,
In Retrospect,
Motorama, Motorama, Motorama, Motorama.
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.