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 Russia and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Johannesburg.
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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the oboe 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 The Smoke to the crunk 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 Smog. All the underground hits.
All Half Japanese tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Modern Lovers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Intrusion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Durutti Column,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gang Gang Dance,
Japan,
Eddi Front,
The Walker Brothers,
The Grass Roots,
Ice-T,
Schoolly D,
Neu!,
Lou Reed,
Vainqueur,
Franke,
The Black Dice,
Amazonics,
Alton Ellis,
Accadde A,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Kool Moe Dee,
Make Up,
The Names,
Jesper Dahlback,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
MDC,
The Fortunes,
Monks,
Sonny Sharrock,
Skriet,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Index,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Andrew Hill,
New Age Steppers,
John Cale,
John Lydon,
The Birthday Party,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Sound,
Cameo,
10cc,
Quando Quango,
Yusef Lateef,
The United States of America,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Pharoah Sanders,
Tropical Tobacco,
Alphaville,
Pole,
The Moody Blues,
Au Pairs,
Dark Day,
Electric Prunes,
Delta 5,
Sonic Youth,
Terrestrial Tones,
Echospace,
Marvin Gaye,
The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola.
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.