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 Lesotho and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 spring reverb 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 Ludus to the electroclash 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 These Immortal Souls. All the underground hits.
All Surgeon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sandy B record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erykah Badu,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Walker Brothers,
Fat Boys,
The Mojo Men,
The Flesh Eaters,
the Normal,
Altered Images,
Animal Collective,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gang Green,
Lungfish,
The Seeds,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Charles Mingus,
Henry Cow,
The Residents,
John Cale,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gregory Isaacs,
This Heat,
UT,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gerry Rafferty,
Little Man,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Intrusion,
The Remains,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Arcadia,
Lakeside,
Grey Daturas,
David Axelrod,
June Days,
The Knickerbockers,
Max Romeo,
E-Dancer,
Ten City,
Eric B and Rakim,
Panda Bear,
The Selecter,
Don Cherry,
F. McDonald,
Rekid,
Aswad,
T.S.O.L.,
The Cramps,
T. Rex,
Skarface,
Simply Red,
Au Pairs,
Juan Atkins,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Public Image Ltd.,
Minny Pops,
New Order,
Ultravox,
Urselle,
Johnny Clarke,
Liliput,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.