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 New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Tehran.
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 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 The Star Department 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 The Fugs. All the underground hits.
All Tropical Tobacco tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a OOIOO record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erykah Badu,
Robert Görl,
Skarface,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Fuzztones,
Silicon Teens,
Big Daddy Kane,
Crash Course in Science,
Dual Sessions,
The Red Krayola,
Gang Gang Dance,
Tears for Fears,
Dennis Brown,
Traffic Nightmare,
Jacques Brel,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sixth Finger,
The Saints,
James White and The Blacks,
The Wake,
The Leaves,
Lalo Schifrin,
R.M.O.,
Swell Maps,
Crispy Ambulance,
D'Angelo,
Blake Baxter,
The Music Machine,
Freddie Wadling,
Terry Callier,
Masters at Work,
Niagra,
Jeru the Damaja,
Oblivians,
Matthew Halsall,
The Slackers,
Gang Starr,
The Fall,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Divine Comedy,
John Coltrane,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Terrestrial Tones,
Country Teasers,
Ornette Coleman,
David McCallum,
the Swans,
The Barracudas,
Piero Umiliani,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Donny Hathaway,
T. Rex,
Bobby Sherman,
Brick,
Charles Mingus,
Audionom,
Roxy Music,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks.
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.