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 Thailand and from Portland.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Q and Not U to the rap 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 MC5. All the underground hits.
All Crispian St. Peters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blackbyrds 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delta 5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiopuhelimet,
Fad Gadget,
The Durutti Column,
EPMD,
Simply Red,
Howard Jones,
Ken Boothe,
Skarface,
Bauhaus,
Tubeway Army,
The Star Department,
Roxette,
The Fire Engines,
the Swans,
Alison Limerick,
the Slits,
Amazonics,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bill Wells,
The Cramps,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Young Rascals,
The Raincoats,
Essential Logic,
The Tremeloes,
Aural Exciters,
The Flesh Eaters,
Public Enemy,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Q and Not U,
Sound Behaviour,
Average White Band,
Lyres,
The Trojans,
the Fania All-Stars,
X-102,
Lalo Schifrin,
Glambeats Corp.,
Rotary Connection,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Electric Prunes,
Brand Nubian,
Ronnie Foster,
The Dead C,
The Fall,
Visage,
Main Source,
Suicide,
10cc,
H. Thieme,
Neil Young,
The Techniques,
E-Dancer,
Eve St. Jones,
Lee Hazlewood,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sight & Sound,
Roy Ayers,
Funkadelic,
Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon.
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.