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 Iran and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in 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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Mandrill to the grime 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim. All the underground hits.
All The Pretty Things tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minor Threat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lebanon Hanover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lucky Dragons,
Shuggie Otis,
The Names,
Ponytail,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Hot Snakes,
The Skatalites,
Babytalk,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Surgeon,
The Cosmic Jokers,
10cc,
Livin' Joy,
Jacques Brel,
The Real Kids,
MDC,
Hasil Adkins,
Pulsallama,
Black Flag,
Yaz,
K-Klass,
Gabor Szabo,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gang Starr,
Funky Four + One,
Minor Threat,
Cybotron,
Loose Ends,
Man Parrish,
Goldenarms,
Minnie Riperton,
Aaron Thompson,
Sexual Harrassment,
Big Daddy Kane,
Animal Collective,
Boz Scaggs,
Scrapy,
AZ,
The Fortunes,
The Raincoats,
Sparks,
New York Dolls,
Mary Jane Girls,
Barclay James Harvest,
Aloha Tigers,
John Coltrane,
Marshall Jefferson,
Malaria!,
Television Personalities,
Con Funk Shun,
Duran Duran,
Maurizio,
Soul Sonic Force,
Dark Day,
Radiopuhelimet,
U.S. Maple,
Marine Girls,
Pussy Galore,
John Holt,
Quadrant,
The Cowsills,
Excepter, Excepter, Excepter, Excepter.
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.