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 Mauritania and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Jeru the Damaja to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Kerrie Biddell. All the underground hits.
All Bobbi Humphrey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Bananas 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Bananas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sonics,
Country Teasers,
Mantronix,
Howard Jones,
Stereo Dub,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Misunderstood,
Lucky Dragons,
The Dead C,
Johnny Clarke,
The Walker Brothers,
Barrington Levy,
Tomorrow,
Loose Ends,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Jeff Mills,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
New Age Steppers,
Mo-Dettes,
T.S.O.L.,
the Germs,
Sällskapet,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bang On A Can,
the Normal,
Skaos,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Mr. Review,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ornette Coleman,
The Index,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bobby Sherman,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Rites of Spring,
Rosa Yemen,
DJ Style,
Yaz,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Wally Richardson,
The Smiths,
Saccharine Trust,
The Velvet Underground,
Josef K,
Half Japanese,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Divine Comedy,
Soul II Soul,
Joyce Sims,
Scratch Acid,
Swans,
Eric B and Rakim,
Easy Going,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gabor Szabo,
The Kinks,
The Fall,
a-ha,
Electric Prunes,
Unrelated Segments,
Freddie Wadling,
Eric Dolphy,
Marvin Gaye,
Drexciya,
Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest.
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.