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 Moldova and from Accra.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 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 dance 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 The Evens. All the underground hits.
All Althea and Donna tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arthur Verocai record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacques Brel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monks,
The Evens,
Rapeman,
U.S. Maple,
The J.B.'s,
Minor Threat,
Sister Nancy,
Grandmaster Flash,
Cal Tjader,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Depeche Mode,
Fatback Band,
Jacques Brel,
The Tremeloes,
These Immortal Souls,
Zero Boys,
Henry Cow,
Ten City,
The Count Five,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Human League,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Neon Judgement,
Sight & Sound,
Unwound,
Khruangbin,
The Offenders,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Con Funk Shun,
Cecil Taylor,
Brand Nubian,
Sandy B,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Red Krayola,
Organ,
Amon Düül,
Ronnie Foster,
The Sound,
Tears for Fears,
Tommy Roe,
Ohio Players,
The Black Dice,
Rekid,
Monks,
Buzzcocks,
The Fugs,
The Happenings,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Yusef Lateef,
Fela Kuti,
Procol Harum,
Roger Hodgson,
Scrapy,
Bang On A Can,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
10cc,
Sällskapet,
Mandrill,
X-Ray Spex,
Moby Grape,
The Buckinghams,
Robert Wyatt,
Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu.
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.