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 Tanzania and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Urselle to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell. All the underground hits.
All Be Bop Deluxe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every World's Most 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 sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vladislav Delay record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harmonia,
The Knickerbockers,
Excepter,
Mr. Review,
ABBA,
OOIOO,
Smog,
Slick Rick,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sun Ra,
Adolescents,
Skaos,
Mary Jane Girls,
Robert Wyatt,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Interpol,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Clear Light,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Pagans,
X-102,
The Skatalites,
Laurel Aitken,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Trojans,
The Fuzztones,
Animal Collective,
Prince Buster,
Lindisfarne,
A Certain Ratio,
Half Japanese,
Quantec,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Warren Ellis,
Susan Cadogan,
Toni Rubio,
The Leaves,
Schoolly D,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
L. Decosne,
Neu!,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Von Mondo,
Camouflage,
Youth Brigade,
Slave,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Dave Gahan,
Lee Hazlewood,
Aswad,
Fat Boys,
Qualms,
Rites of Spring,
Talk Talk,
Au Pairs,
Urselle,
Sound Behaviour,
Monks,
Gang Starr,
Yellowson,
Whodini,
Magazine,
The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group.
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.