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 Sierra Leone and from Tehran.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Isaac Hayes to the grunge 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 Faust. All the underground hits.
All Brand Nubian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Divine Comedy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Juan Atkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fort Wilson Riot,
Heaven 17,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Brand Nubian,
Neil Young,
Crispian St. Peters,
June of 44,
The Tremeloes,
Ornette Coleman,
Peter & Gordon,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Moss Icon,
Radio Birdman,
Thompson Twins,
The Last Poets,
Wolf Eyes,
Harpers Bizarre,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Leonard Cohen,
The Motions,
Donald Byrd,
Aloha Tigers,
Kerri Chandler,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
L. Decosne,
Stereo Dub,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
KRS-One,
Al Stewart,
Yusef Lateef,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Tom Boy,
Sight & Sound,
Silicon Teens,
Todd Rundgren,
Echospace,
Pere Ubu,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Avey Tare,
Ituana,
The Toasters,
Delon & Dalcan,
Essential Logic,
Dave Gahan,
Ossler,
Don Cherry,
Junior Murvin,
Scan 7,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gang Gang Dance,
Alton Ellis,
Roxy Music,
Tomorrow,
Sällskapet,
Panda Bear,
Throbbing Gristle,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Organ, Organ, Organ, Organ.
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.