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 Ghana and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 organ 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 David Axelrod to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Gang Gang Dance. All the underground hits.
All Ralphi Rosario tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liliput record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric B and Rakim,
Rakim,
Kayak,
Average White Band,
Bobby Byrd,
Lee Hazlewood,
Alice Coltrane,
The Slackers,
Yellowson,
The Busters,
The Mojo Men,
Dawn Penn,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Johnny Osbourne,
Flamin' Groovies,
Black Sheep,
Lungfish,
Matthew Halsall,
L. Decosne,
Marshall Jefferson,
Blancmange,
The Saints,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Jesper Dahlback,
Adolescents,
Infiniti,
The Pop Group,
Subhumans,
Letta Mbulu,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ohio Players,
Heaven 17,
The Dave Clark Five,
Saccharine Trust,
Ponytail,
Sällskapet,
Gerry Rafferty,
Von Mondo,
Y Pants,
June of 44,
Goldenarms,
F. McDonald,
Deepchord,
Morten Harket,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Marmalade,
Ludus,
Crash Course in Science,
David Bowie,
Half Japanese,
Jeff Lynne,
Eurythmics,
Monolake,
The Electric Prunes,
The Alarm Clocks,
Harmonia,
Connie Case,
Gang Green,
The Searchers,
Porter Ricks,
The Real Kids,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat.
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.