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 Cambodia and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 United States of America to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Black Bananas. All the underground hits.
All Ohio Players tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heavy D & The Boyz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Au Pairs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dave Gahan,
Toni Rubio,
the Germs,
Judy Mowatt,
Buzzcocks,
Crime,
Barclay James Harvest,
Nas,
Minny Pops,
Leonard Cohen,
New Order,
Frankie Knuckles,
Jimmy McGriff,
Anakelly,
The Smoke,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bobby Sherman,
Nation of Ulysses,
Brick,
Marvin Gaye,
The Selecter,
Rites of Spring,
Wally Richardson,
Grauzone,
Khruangbin,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ossler,
Tres Demented,
MDC,
Infiniti,
Delon & Dalcan,
Mars,
John Coltrane,
Peter & Gordon,
Susan Cadogan,
OOIOO,
Siglo XX,
Scientists,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Rakim,
The Standells,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
One Last Wish,
Joy Division,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Stereo Dub,
Iggy Pop,
Sugar Minott,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lalo Schifrin,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Davy DMX,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Roxette,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Pretty Things,
the Fania All-Stars,
Livin' Joy,
David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie.
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.