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 Spain and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Martian to the disco 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 Television Personalities. All the underground hits.
All Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Major Organ And The Adding Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & Metallica record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ornette Coleman,
The Walker Brothers,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Kinks,
World's Most,
Tres Demented,
The Leaves,
Rakim,
T.S.O.L.,
The Modern Lovers,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sexual Harrassment,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Nils Olav,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lakeside,
The Evens,
Pantaleimon,
Archie Shepp,
Pylon,
Deakin,
Monolake,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Spandau Ballet,
John Foxx,
Soul Sonic Force,
Parry Music,
Sparks,
the Sonics,
Marvin Gaye,
Pierre Henry,
Harry Pussy,
Lower 48,
Judy Mowatt,
Icehouse,
Thompson Twins,
Desert Stars,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Alton Ellis,
The Shadows of Knight,
Talk Talk,
Erykah Badu,
Maleditus Sound,
Drive Like Jehu,
LL Cool J,
Gong,
Minnie Riperton,
Neil Young,
FM Einheit,
The Litter,
Little Man,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Detroit Cobras,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Simply Red,
The Techniques,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Spoonie Gee,
The Neon Judgement,
Matthew Bourne,
the Slits, the Slits, the Slits, the Slits.
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.