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 Cape Verde and from Paris.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 marimba 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 AZ to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Marc Almond. All the underground hits.
All Urselle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dennis Brown record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Remains record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mo-Dettes,
James White and The Blacks,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Mummies,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Babytalk,
Big Daddy Kane,
John Cale,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Arcadia,
Quando Quango,
Slave,
Sonny Sharrock,
Severed Heads,
The Slackers,
Erykah Badu,
The Toasters,
OOIOO,
Anthony Braxton,
John Coltrane,
Tomorrow,
Tropical Tobacco,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lou Christie,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Delon & Dalcan,
Alison Limerick,
Hardrive,
Junior Murvin,
The Wake,
CMW,
Can,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Techniques,
Nils Olav,
B.T. Express,
Dark Day,
Sam Rivers,
Eddi Front,
EPMD,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Interpol,
Aloha Tigers,
Organ,
Fat Boys,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Kool Moe Dee,
Alton Ellis,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Al Stewart,
Fatback Band,
Deadbeat,
X-102,
Thompson Twins,
Fad Gadget,
The Last Poets,
Marc Almond,
Fugazi,
Bobby Sherman,
T. Rex,
Con Funk Shun,
Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson.
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.