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 Korea South and from Tokyo.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 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 Mantronix to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Soul II Soul. All the underground hits.
All Jacques Brel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Evens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Panda Bear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arab on Radar,
Black Sheep,
Glambeats Corp.,
Harpers Bizarre,
Pantaleimon,
Scratch Acid,
R.M.O.,
Pagans,
Ituana,
New Age Steppers,
Lyres,
Josef K,
Scion,
Johnny Osbourne,
Blake Baxter,
Darondo,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
the Germs,
DJ Style,
Country Joe & The Fish,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Shuggie Otis,
Swell Maps,
Fluxion,
Bobby Womack,
Drexciya,
Erykah Badu,
Technova,
Interpol,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Victims,
Simply Red,
Flipper,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sixth Finger,
Maleditus Sound,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Supertramp,
Black Moon,
Eric B and Rakim,
Brand Nubian,
The Happenings,
Arcadia,
Moss Icon,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Iggy Pop,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Radio Birdman,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bootsy Collins,
Gastr Del Sol,
the Human League,
Skaos,
Yusef Lateef,
cv313,
Black Pus,
Roy Ayers,
Althea and Donna,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Fear,
Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders.
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.