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 Portugal and from Woodstock.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Yaz to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sister Nancy. All the underground hits.
All The Doobie Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Remains 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiohead record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The New Christs,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Second Layer,
Grauzone,
the Human League,
Moby Grape,
B.T. Express,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Martian,
X-Ray Spex,
Drexciya,
Boogie Down Productions,
Todd Rundgren,
Joe Smooth,
Lou Christie,
Scrapy,
Main Source,
Lucky Dragons,
MC5,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Mars,
Das Ding,
Joe Finger,
Gang Green,
Sixth Finger,
The Trojans,
EPMD,
The Beau Brummels,
Gregory Isaacs,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Al Stewart,
Archie Shepp,
Kurtis Blow,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sparks,
The United States of America,
Brick,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Black Flag,
E-Dancer,
Leonard Cohen,
Malaria!,
Ronnie Foster,
Scan 7,
Derrick May,
DJ Style,
Black Bananas,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Loose Ends,
Deadbeat,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ludus,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Crash Course in Science,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Letta Mbulu,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Tomorrow,
Harry Pussy,
Quadrant,
Faust,
KRS-One,
Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby.
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.