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 Denmark and from Philadelphia.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Niagra to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Intrusion. All the underground hits.
All X-Ray Spex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Litter 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jimmy McGriff record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
EPMD,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Harmonia,
Pussy Galore,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Gun Club,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Pretty Things,
CMW,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Deepchord,
Eurythmics,
Tim Buckley,
Susan Cadogan,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Albert Ayler,
Avey Tare,
Eden Ahbez,
Agitation Free,
Marshall Jefferson,
Davy DMX,
The Motions,
Kenny Larkin,
Eric Dolphy,
Slick Rick,
Kayak,
Average White Band,
Crash Course in Science,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Visage,
Minnie Riperton,
The Electric Prunes,
Peter & Gordon,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Kerri Chandler,
Unrelated Segments,
The Beau Brummels,
Hasil Adkins,
Smog,
The Seeds,
Dark Day,
Skarface,
L. Decosne,
Flash Fearless,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Toni Rubio,
Soulsonic Force,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Unwound,
Crime,
Ronnie Foster,
Fad Gadget,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Young Rascals,
The Cure,
Rotary Connection,
Q and Not U,
Peter and Kerry,
These Immortal Souls,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gichy Dan,
The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men.
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.