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 Colombia and from Columbus.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Bremen.
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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe 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 Nils Olav to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Erykah Badu. All the underground hits.
All London Community Gospel Choir tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Pus 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 harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Talk Talk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slits,
The Techniques,
Audionom,
Joe Finger,
Soul II Soul,
Jandek,
Public Image Ltd.,
Oneida,
Connie Case,
Joy Division,
Reuben Wilson,
Kas Product,
Tommy Roe,
Deepchord,
Cheater Slicks,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Vainqueur,
Eric B and Rakim,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Fear,
Aswad,
Anakelly,
Procol Harum,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
David Axelrod,
Siglo XX,
The Angels of Light,
the Bar-Kays,
Adolescents,
Yellowson,
Man Eating Sloth,
David McCallum,
Massinfluence,
The Mojo Men,
Kevin Saunderson,
Tim Buckley,
Bluetip,
Drexciya,
Bobby Byrd,
Don Cherry,
Oblivians,
The Music Machine,
Minor Threat,
Sparks,
The Misunderstood,
Jerry's Kids,
Frankie Knuckles,
Rosa Yemen,
Sun City Girls,
The Martian,
Severed Heads,
The Kinks,
Colin Newman,
Rapeman,
Scientists,
Spoonie Gee,
Gregory Isaacs,
D'Angelo,
Shoche,
The Litter,
Rod Modell,
One Last Wish,
Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood.
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.