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 Italy and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 synthesizer 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 Boogie Down Productions to the rock 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 The Names. All the underground hits.
All Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam 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 electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thee Headcoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Q65,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Sound,
Panda Bear,
Bill Wells,
Barrington Levy,
Chrome,
Kayak,
Silicon Teens,
Maurizio,
Underground Resistance,
Crooked Eye,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
EPMD,
The Dead C,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Joe Smooth,
the Association,
Jerry's Kids,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Barbara Tucker,
Graham Central Station,
The Real Kids,
Sight & Sound,
Marcia Griffiths,
Albert Ayler,
Scion,
the Fania All-Stars,
Infiniti,
Barclay James Harvest,
Procol Harum,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Mr. Review,
Deepchord,
The Count Five,
Ten City,
The Monks,
Barry Ungar,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Wasted Youth,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Public Image Ltd.,
K-Klass,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Mandrill,
The Evens,
OOIOO,
Bauhaus,
The Selecter,
Saccharine Trust,
Blake Baxter,
Adolescents,
Thompson Twins,
Roger Hodgson,
KRS-One,
Royal Trux,
Danielle Patucci,
Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis.
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.