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 Saudi Arabia and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lille.
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 rhodes 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 Harpers Bizarre to the punk 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 The Martian. All the underground hits.
All Fela Kuti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lonnie Liston Smith 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lee Hazlewood,
Maleditus Sound,
K-Klass,
The J.B.'s,
The Evens,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Pharoah Sanders,
Vladislav Delay,
Eden Ahbez,
The Selecter,
The Shadows of Knight,
Laurel Aitken,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Matthew Bourne,
The Human League,
EPMD,
Bill Wells,
Gang Starr,
Sixth Finger,
Faraquet,
Spoonie Gee,
Liliput,
Gong,
Freddie Wadling,
Ice-T,
Wire,
Audionom,
Drive Like Jehu,
Goldenarms,
Y Pants,
Fad Gadget,
The Associates,
Danielle Patucci,
Oblivians,
The Real Kids,
Peter and Kerry,
Lungfish,
Andrew Hill,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Neon Judgement,
Little Man,
John Holt,
Slave,
Malaria!,
Basic Channel,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
the Soft Cell,
Brick,
Wally Richardson,
Vainqueur,
The Red Krayola,
Archie Shepp,
Ultimate Spinach,
Grauzone,
the Association, the Association, the Association, the Association.
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.