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 Bulgaria and from Bremen.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 rhodes 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 Supertramp to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Mad Mike. All the underground hits.
All KRS-One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moody Blues 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eli Mardock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Young Marble Giants,
Boredoms,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Monks,
Los Fastidios,
The Moleskins,
The Cowsills,
Dave Gahan,
Motorama,
Lucky Dragons,
LL Cool J,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Curtis Mayfield,
Eric Dolphy,
Bluetip,
One Last Wish,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Durutti Column,
Cheater Slicks,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Duran Duran,
Banda Bassotti,
Monolake,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Skatalites,
The Grass Roots,
X-101,
The Black Dice,
Godley & Creme,
The Seeds,
Monks,
John Cale,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Electric Prunes,
The Associates,
Metal Thangz,
Wolf Eyes,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Massinfluence,
Inner City,
Anakelly,
Crispian St. Peters,
June Days,
Tomorrow,
Ice-T,
The Litter,
Deadbeat,
The Busters,
Howard Jones,
Big Daddy Kane,
U.S. Maple,
Wally Richardson,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ten City,
Sexual Harrassment,
Moss Icon,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Masters at Work,
Gang Gang Dance,
Brick,
The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans.
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.