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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 ABBA to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam. All the underground hits.
All Guru Guru tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun City Girls 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lonnie Liston Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Music Machine,
Joyce Sims,
Henry Cow,
Erykah Badu,
OOIOO,
T. Rex,
The Gap Band,
U.S. Maple,
Sound Behaviour,
The Tremeloes,
Camberwell Now,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Crash Course in Science,
Liliput,
Rekid,
David Axelrod,
The Count Five,
Lakeside,
Toni Rubio,
The Litter,
Archie Shepp,
Frankie Knuckles,
Nils Olav,
Stiv Bators,
Bobby Womack,
Wolf Eyes,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lou Reed,
Tommy Roe,
The Golliwogs,
Drive Like Jehu,
Yaz,
Rakim,
Rotary Connection,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Index,
Flash Fearless,
Fat Boys,
Yazoo,
The Walker Brothers,
Ronnie Foster,
Jeff Lynne,
Mark Hollis,
These Immortal Souls,
Monolake,
Television,
PIL,
The Five Americans,
Roy Ayers,
Gang Starr,
Gabor Szabo,
Mr. Review,
Shuggie Otis,
The Dead C,
Pierre Henry,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ludus,
The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets.
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.