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 Canada and from Tokyo.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 marimba 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 Magma to the crunk 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 Gong. All the underground hits.
All Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scan 7 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Metal Thangz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare,
Spoonie Gee,
DJ Sneak,
Wolf Eyes,
Big Daddy Kane,
James White and The Blacks,
Scan 7,
Malaria!,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Nirvana,
Half Japanese,
Das Ding,
The Standells,
the Association,
Pharoah Sanders,
Dorothy Ashby,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Seeds,
Sun Ra,
Suburban Knight,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Scion,
X-102,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
EPMD,
Gastr Del Sol,
the Slits,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Divine Comedy,
Donny Hathaway,
Prince Buster,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Black Flag,
June Days,
Panda Bear,
Fugazi,
Nico,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gang Starr,
The Last Poets,
Barbara Tucker,
John Cale,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Radiohead,
Khruangbin,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Country Teasers,
The Fall,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Index,
Severed Heads,
Roxy Music,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ronan,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Skaos,
The Techniques,
Terry Callier,
The Tremeloes,
Tim Buckley,
Outsiders,
Max Romeo,
Fat Boys,
Barrington Levy,
Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive.
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.