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 Latvia and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 rhodes 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 Soul II Soul to the grime 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo. All the underground hits.
All The United States of America tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oppenheimer Analysis 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cramps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tears for Fears,
Joy Division,
Susan Cadogan,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Chrome,
Oneida,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Patti Smith,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Grauzone,
Rekid,
Crooked Eye,
Shuggie Otis,
Jeff Lynne,
The Slits,
Drexciya,
La Düsseldorf,
Underground Resistance,
Sam Rivers,
Chris Corsano,
New Age Steppers,
The Monks,
The Skatalites,
The Velvet Underground,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Blossom Toes,
Pylon,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lou Christie,
Alphaville,
Fatback Band,
Zapp,
Swell Maps,
Suburban Knight,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Neon Judgement,
Camouflage,
Duran Duran,
Eddi Front,
48th St. Collective,
Agitation Free,
Skaos,
Spandau Ballet,
John Holt,
Roy Ayers,
T.S.O.L.,
New York Dolls,
Kas Product,
Minor Threat,
Sex Pistols,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
a-ha,
Audionom,
Supertramp,
Eden Ahbez,
Gil Scott Heron,
Swans,
John Cale,
Excepter,
Intrusion,
Kayak, Kayak, Kayak, Kayak.
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.