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 Zambia and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Qualms to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Mighty Diamonds. All the underground hits.
All Erykah Badu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & Metallica record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scientists record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wings,
Rosa Yemen,
The Slits,
Minor Threat,
Model 500,
John Cale,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Alison Limerick,
Tres Demented,
The Standells,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
a-ha,
Nico,
The Mojo Men,
The Litter,
Chris Corsano,
Charles Mingus,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Faust,
Trumans Water,
Brothers Johnson,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Tremeloes,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Black Flag,
John Holt,
The Beau Brummels,
Janne Schatter,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Victims,
Mary Jane Girls,
Matthew Bourne,
Eli Mardock,
48th St. Collective,
Zero Boys,
Accadde A,
Eddi Front,
Malaria!,
Vladislav Delay,
The Velvet Underground,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Terrestrial Tones,
Royal Trux,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Flipper,
Gil Scott Heron,
Monks,
The Residents,
The Last Poets,
Tommy Roe,
Gang Green,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Bang On A Can,
Todd Terry,
the Sonics,
Brick,
Organ,
DNA,
Outsiders,
Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills.
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.