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 Cambodia 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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Gap Band to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs. All the underground hits.
All Intrusion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wally Richardson 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eurythmics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sonny Sharrock,
Fatback Band,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The American Breed,
Crime,
Glenn Branca,
E-Dancer,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Tremeloes,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bad Manners,
Fear,
Slave,
Cameo,
Mission of Burma,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Darondo,
The Last Poets,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Grass Roots,
Camberwell Now,
Monolake,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
kango's stein massive,
Gichy Dan,
Blossom Toes,
Clear Light,
Livin' Joy,
Reagan Youth,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Yusef Lateef,
Boredoms,
Grauzone,
The Standells,
the Association,
Funkadelic,
Quadrant,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gastr Del Sol,
Al Stewart,
The Gladiators,
Hasil Adkins,
Scrapy,
Roy Ayers,
New Order,
Suburban Knight,
Tubeway Army,
the Fania All-Stars,
Carl Craig,
PIL,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Brothers Johnson,
Whodini,
The Monochrome Set,
Blancmange,
Ronan,
the Human League, the Human League, the Human League, the Human League.
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.