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 Pakistan and from Paris.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar 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 Yusef Lateef to the rap 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 Y Pants. All the underground hits.
All Deadbeat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Techniques record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Young Marble Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vladislav Delay,
Man Eating Sloth,
Deepchord,
China Crisis,
LL Cool J,
Fear,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Index,
Mo-Dettes,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Tomorrow,
Subhumans,
One Last Wish,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Wolf Eyes,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Victims,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Don Cherry,
Hot Snakes,
Bobby Sherman,
Ronnie Foster,
Deakin,
Half Japanese,
The Busters,
Todd Terry,
Lucky Dragons,
Peter and Kerry,
Popol Vuh,
Tim Buckley,
Babytalk,
Zero Boys,
The Knickerbockers,
The Searchers,
B.T. Express,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Royal Trux,
Grey Daturas,
the Fania All-Stars,
Iggy Pop,
Sällskapet,
Ituana,
James White and The Blacks,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Swell Maps,
Gang Gang Dance,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Associates,
Adolescents,
Colin Newman,
Simply Red,
Soft Cell,
Arcadia,
Intrusion,
Swans,
The American Breed,
Scion,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Curtis Mayfield,
Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front.
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.