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 Chile and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 Delhi and Bremen.
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 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 Radiohead to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Al Stewart. All the underground hits.
All Dark Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bronski Beat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amazonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Half Japanese,
the Soft Cell,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bootsy Collins,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Zero Boys,
Black Moon,
Aaron Thompson,
New York Dolls,
PIL,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Walker Brothers,
The Monochrome Set,
The Smiths,
Buzzcocks,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Dirtbombs,
Lyres,
Das Ding,
The Mummies,
Thee Headcoats,
The Golliwogs,
the Normal,
Metal Thangz,
Bobby Sherman,
Sarah Menescal,
Y Pants,
Albert Ayler,
Shoche,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
MDC,
Joey Negro,
The Last Poets,
Erykah Badu,
Main Source,
Prince Buster,
The Divine Comedy,
Bronski Beat,
The Selecter,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gong,
D'Angelo,
48th St. Collective,
Isaac Hayes,
Yusef Lateef,
Judy Mowatt,
Rosa Yemen,
Tommy Roe,
New Order,
Barbara Tucker,
Tears for Fears,
Magma,
The Sound,
Neil Young,
Ice-T,
The Busters,
Lalo Schifrin,
Barry Ungar,
Absolute Body Control,
Minnie Riperton,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
R.M.O.,
Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light.
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.