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 Australia and from Mumbai.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 linndrum 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 Avey Tare to the dance 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam. All the underground hits.
All Public Enemy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dead C record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ponytail record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Eating Sloth,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
KRS-One,
Buzzcocks,
Soulsonic Force,
The Durutti Column,
Masters at Work,
Black Sheep,
Swell Maps,
The Residents,
The Velvet Underground,
Schoolly D,
Donny Hathaway,
Tomorrow,
Tom Boy,
The Smoke,
Laurel Aitken,
Terry Callier,
Nils Olav,
Ituana,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Flash Fearless,
The Misunderstood,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Boredoms,
Robert Hood,
Chrome,
The Stooges,
Country Teasers,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Gladiators,
Bluetip,
Jeff Lynne,
Marmalade,
Harry Pussy,
Harpers Bizarre,
Eric Copeland,
Camberwell Now,
Susan Cadogan,
Cheater Slicks,
Graham Central Station,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Max Romeo,
Crooked Eye,
Gang Starr,
Kerri Chandler,
Jerry's Kids,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lungfish,
Surgeon,
The Leaves,
Procol Harum,
Magma,
Dead Boys,
Lalann,
Todd Rundgren,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson.
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.