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 Ecuador and from Portland.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Paris.
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 oboe 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 Vladislav Delay to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 June Days. All the underground hits.
All The Walker Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Parry Music 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Frankie Knuckles record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boogie Down Productions,
Ultravox,
Trumans Water,
JFA,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Busters,
Quantec,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Terrestrial Tones,
Urselle,
Subhumans,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sugar Minott,
Joe Smooth,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Slackers,
Accadde A,
Steve Hackett,
Stockholm Monsters,
Big Daddy Kane,
Matthew Bourne,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Massinfluence,
Sly & The Family Stone,
John Coltrane,
Guru Guru,
The Angels of Light,
Deepchord,
Susan Cadogan,
Kaleidoscope,
Groovy Waters,
The Remains,
K-Klass,
Rakim,
a-ha,
Crime,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Jeru the Damaja,
Cymande,
Man Parrish,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Pretty Things,
Lindisfarne,
The Wake,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sonny Sharrock,
Mantronix,
Sixth Finger,
Wolf Eyes,
The Human League,
The Flesh Eaters,
Maurizio,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bang On A Can,
Davy DMX,
Saccharine Trust,
Skriet,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Todd Rundgren,
Dual Sessions,
Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow.
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.