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 Georgia and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 David Bowie 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 Crime to the funk 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 This Heat. All the underground hits.
All Loose Ends tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monks 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Jesus and Mary Chain record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sparks,
The Mummies,
The Victims,
Gerry Rafferty,
World's Most,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Parry Music,
Marcia Griffiths,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Das Ding,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Pussy Galore,
Rites of Spring,
DNA,
Steve Hackett,
Joey Negro,
Rakim,
Chris & Cosey,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Modern Lovers,
Jacques Brel,
The Gladiators,
Duran Duran,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Monks,
DJ Style,
Popol Vuh,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Janne Schatter,
a-ha,
CMW,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Brand Nubian,
John Lydon,
Slick Rick,
Mr. Review,
John Cale,
Godley & Creme,
Robert Hood,
Von Mondo,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Chrome,
JFA,
H. Thieme,
Schoolly D,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lindisfarne,
Moss Icon,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Niagra,
Funky Four + One,
Peter and Kerry,
Au Pairs,
June of 44,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Man Eating Sloth,
Joyce Sims,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sister Nancy,
Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going.
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.