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 Guinea and from New York.
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 Milan and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin 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 Massinfluence to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cheater Slicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stereo Dub record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Procol Harum,
Babytalk,
MDC,
Groovy Waters,
Hashim,
The Blackbyrds,
the Fania All-Stars,
Amazonics,
Sight & Sound,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Essential Logic,
Wolf Eyes,
Flipper,
The Monks,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Amon Düül II,
Don Cherry,
Matthew Halsall,
Jawbox,
Juan Atkins,
Magazine,
June Days,
Joey Negro,
Underground Resistance,
Big Daddy Kane,
China Crisis,
Negative Approach,
The Selecter,
Rhythm & Sound,
Neil Young,
Tomorrow,
Mad Mike,
The Tremeloes,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Black Dice,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Durutti Column,
Derrick May,
Das Ding,
Camberwell Now,
Joe Smooth,
Cecil Taylor,
Deakin,
The Pretty Things,
Tropical Tobacco,
Robert Hood,
Quantec,
Guru Guru,
Pantytec,
The Wake,
Echospace,
The Index,
Bobby Sherman,
The Invisible,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Inner City,
Brand Nubian,
The Names,
Iggy Pop,
Oneida,
Cheater Slicks,
Aswad,
Crime, Crime, Crime, Crime.
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.