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 Monaco and from Cairo.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Sao Paulo.
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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Trojans. All the underground hits.
All Laurel Aitken tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Tremeloes 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blues Magoos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David McCallum,
John Lydon,
Skarface,
Radiohead,
In Retrospect,
The Mojo Men,
Alphaville,
Lyres,
Amon Düül II,
Wasted Youth,
Lakeside,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Los Fastidios,
Stockholm Monsters,
Brand Nubian,
Throbbing Gristle,
Soulsonic Force,
Half Japanese,
Ultra Naté,
The Doors,
Thee Headcoats,
The Beau Brummels,
Lou Christie,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Camberwell Now,
Cal Tjader,
Judy Mowatt,
Surgeon,
Soft Machine,
The Saints,
Scrapy,
Brick,
Joe Smooth,
X-101,
Essential Logic,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Move,
Rakim,
Khruangbin,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sex Pistols,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Janne Schatter,
Fat Boys,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Kaleidoscope,
June of 44,
EPMD,
the Association,
Josef K,
Reagan Youth,
Scott Walker,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ronan,
The Vogues,
Roxy Music,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Count Five,
Arab on Radar,
Skaos,
Roy Ayers,
Scientists,
Bobby Womack,
Echospace, Echospace, Echospace, Echospace.
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.