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 Uzbekistan and from Mumbai.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 chamberlin 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 U.S. Maple to the funk 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 The Invisible. All the underground hits.
All Notorious Big And Bone Thugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Henry Cow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Outsiders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Hood,
Urselle,
Altered Images,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Accadde A,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bobby Sherman,
Bill Near,
Yellowson,
Minny Pops,
the Sonics,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Gories,
the Fania All-Stars,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Josef K,
10cc,
Skarface,
Bootsy Collins,
Nik Kershaw,
Sound Behaviour,
The Barracudas,
The Birthday Party,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Moody Blues,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Toni Rubio,
The Walker Brothers,
Vladislav Delay,
Brothers Johnson,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Fugs,
Marc Almond,
Neu!,
Juan Atkins,
The Music Machine,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Black Flag,
Deadbeat,
The Cowsills,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Vainqueur,
Make Up,
Lindisfarne,
Wally Richardson,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ken Boothe,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Velvet Underground,
KRS-One,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Vogues,
The Invisible,
Interpol,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Rapeman,
Khruangbin,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Duran Duran,
Excepter,
John Holt,
John Cale, John Cale, John Cale, John Cale.
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.