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 Russia and from Shanghai.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Fuzztones to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Green. All the underground hits.
All Robert Hood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suicide 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 synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heavy D & The Boyz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lower 48,
Theoretical Girls,
Graham Central Station,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Knickerbockers,
Althea and Donna,
T.S.O.L.,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Matthew Bourne,
Oneida,
John Holt,
EPMD,
Peter and Kerry,
Dark Day,
Infiniti,
Qualms,
Neu!,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Rotary Connection,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Andrew Hill,
Metal Thangz,
the Sonics,
Warsaw,
U.S. Maple,
Barclay James Harvest,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Television,
Fluxion,
The Red Krayola,
June of 44,
Suburban Knight,
Ludus,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Silicon Teens,
Jimmy McGriff,
Slick Rick,
Depeche Mode,
JFA,
Tim Buckley,
The Dirtbombs,
The Velvet Underground,
Fad Gadget,
The Skatalites,
Lakeside,
Piero Umiliani,
Cybotron,
Agitation Free,
Bobby Byrd,
Gil Scott Heron,
Todd Rundgren,
The Seeds,
The Divine Comedy,
Lee Hazlewood,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gerry Rafferty,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lightning Bolt,
R.M.O.,
The Gories, The Gories, The Gories, The Gories.
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.