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 Slovenia and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 guitar 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 Marvin Gaye to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Average White Band. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Das Ding record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Searchers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Velvet Underground,
Deadbeat,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lungfish,
Kaleidoscope,
The Gap Band,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ralphi Rosario,
Chrome,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Wake,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Flesh Eaters,
This Heat,
D'Angelo,
Cal Tjader,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Birthday Party,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bush Tetras,
Severed Heads,
The Barracudas,
Liliput,
Erasure,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Young Marble Giants,
Pole,
OOIOO,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bootsy Collins,
Livin' Joy,
Ultra Naté,
Mantronix,
Al Stewart,
Morten Harket,
Rotary Connection,
Dave Gahan,
Tom Boy,
Soft Cell,
Wolf Eyes,
Whodini,
The Cramps,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Siglo XX,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Harry Pussy,
Letta Mbulu,
Arcadia,
Juan Atkins,
Junior Murvin,
The Knickerbockers,
Minny Pops,
ABC,
Fela Kuti,
Marcia Griffiths,
Silicon Teens,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ken Boothe,
Hasil Adkins,
Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya.
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.