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 Liberia and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 rhodes 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 MC5. All the underground hits.
All K-Klass tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grey Daturas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bronski Beat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Dirtbombs,
Eric B and Rakim,
Warsaw,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Darondo,
Fluxion,
Audionom,
Donald Byrd,
The Doobie Brothers,
JFA,
Isaac Hayes,
Sugar Minott,
Big Daddy Kane,
T. Rex,
48th St. Collective,
Gang Starr,
Eden Ahbez,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Magazine,
Mars,
Matthew Halsall,
Accadde A,
Flipper,
The Modern Lovers,
LL Cool J,
Masters at Work,
Morten Harket,
Cybotron,
The Invisible,
Arcadia,
Joyce Sims,
The Martian,
The Count Five,
Flash Fearless,
Nirvana,
Dave Gahan,
Echospace,
Piero Umiliani,
La Düsseldorf,
The Mojo Men,
Lungfish,
Soulsonic Force,
Roxy Music,
Goldenarms,
Colin Newman,
the Slits,
Soul II Soul,
Reagan Youth,
Monks,
The Black Dice,
Metal Thangz,
Terrestrial Tones,
Symarip,
Prince Buster,
Faraquet,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Technova,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Leonard Cohen,
Sun Ra,
Au Pairs,
Harry Pussy,
Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case.
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.