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 Malaysia and from Manchester.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Seeds to the rock 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 Bill Near. All the underground hits.
All Darondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pulsallama 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 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skarface record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Star Department,
The Moleskins,
Oblivians,
The Cure,
Maurizio,
The Tremeloes,
Lakeside,
One Last Wish,
Agent Orange,
Barry Ungar,
Mantronix,
Sun City Girls,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ludus,
Joensuu 1685,
Ituana,
Pole,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sarah Menescal,
Jeff Lynne,
Lyres,
The Moody Blues,
Subhumans,
Heaven 17,
The Velvet Underground,
Chrome,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Tubeway Army,
Eric B and Rakim,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Althea and Donna,
Grey Daturas,
Aaron Thompson,
Make Up,
Rufus Thomas,
Leonard Cohen,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Minutemen,
Mr. Review,
Letta Mbulu,
The Electric Prunes,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Motions,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Selecter,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
New Age Steppers,
Rotary Connection,
Neu!,
the Germs,
Spandau Ballet,
Rekid,
The Searchers,
Toni Rubio,
Essential Logic,
Bobby Womack,
Siglo XX,
Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars.
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.