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 Equatorial Guinea and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 snare 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 Chocolate Watch Band to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Buckinghams. All the underground hits.
All Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Urselle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Kinks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lyres,
Moss Icon,
Kerrie Biddell,
Public Image Ltd.,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
AZ,
Banda Bassotti,
X-102,
The Slits,
The Zeros,
Angry Samoans,
Easy Going,
Smog,
Japan,
Neu!,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Moby Grape,
Ornette Coleman,
Fluxion,
La Düsseldorf,
The Smoke,
Josef K,
Peter & Gordon,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
John Holt,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
R.M.O.,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Kurtis Blow,
The Searchers,
The Fuzztones,
The Fire Engines,
The Wake,
Trumans Water,
Arab on Radar,
Man Parrish,
Shuggie Otis,
DNA,
Grey Daturas,
The American Breed,
The Dave Clark Five,
Johnny Clarke,
Massinfluence,
Robert Görl,
Blake Baxter,
June Days,
Bob Dylan,
KRS-One,
Radio Birdman,
Charles Mingus,
Young Marble Giants,
The Barracudas,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ronan,
Funkadelic,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Beau Brummels,
Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd.
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.