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 Brazil and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 KRS-One. All the underground hits.
All Kevin Saunderson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Groovy Waters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dirtbombs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Hill,
Eden Ahbez,
Bobby Byrd,
Banda Bassotti,
OOIOO,
The Saints,
Rakim,
Scan 7,
Kenny Larkin,
Barbara Tucker,
DJ Sneak,
Nas,
The Doobie Brothers,
Soft Machine,
Brick,
Bang On A Can,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Barry Ungar,
The Blues Magoos,
Grauzone,
Average White Band,
Pantaleimon,
The Human League,
48th St. Collective,
Marmalade,
Reagan Youth,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
the Bar-Kays,
Section 25,
Angry Samoans,
The Fuzztones,
Slick Rick,
The Gap Band,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bronski Beat,
The Sonics,
This Heat,
Rhythm & Sound,
Dave Gahan,
Skaos,
Public Enemy,
John Foxx,
Ten City,
Television Personalities,
Ossler,
Quadrant,
Archie Shepp,
ABC,
Aswad,
Nation of Ulysses,
Al Stewart,
Excepter,
FM Einheit,
DNA,
Animal Collective,
Bush Tetras,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Faraquet,
R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O..
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.