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 New Zealand and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 theremin 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 Eric B and Rakim to the grime 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 Duran Duran. All the underground hits.
All In Retrospect tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Clarke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 8 Eyed Spy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chrome,
Camberwell Now,
Cal Tjader,
The Pop Group,
Marc Almond,
Slick Rick,
Byron Stingily,
Fugazi,
Eric B and Rakim,
Zapp,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Graham Central Station,
Curtis Mayfield,
Niagra,
Angry Samoans,
The Searchers,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Soft Machine,
Reuben Wilson,
The American Breed,
Unrelated Segments,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Wally Richardson,
Robert Hood,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sarah Menescal,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Jerry's Kids,
Sound Behaviour,
Gong,
Mandrill,
Scrapy,
Nirvana,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Beau Brummels,
Crime,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
the Sonics,
Warsaw,
Derrick May,
Con Funk Shun,
Boz Scaggs,
The Monks,
L. Decosne,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kerrie Biddell,
Mo-Dettes,
Tom Boy,
Terrestrial Tones,
James White and The Blacks,
Aaron Thompson,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Moleskins,
The Birthday Party,
Kenny Larkin,
Pulsallama,
Amon Düül II,
Schoolly D,
Deakin,
Deadbeat,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Fortunes,
Suicide, Suicide, Suicide, Suicide.
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.