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 Malaysia and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Marcia Griffiths to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Brand Nubian. All the underground hits.
All Fifty Foot Hose tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joyce Sims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dirtbombs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Offenders,
Minor Threat,
Stiv Bators,
The Standells,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Blancmange,
New Order,
The Mummies,
New York Dolls,
Fatback Band,
Black Bananas,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Funky Four + One,
The Barracudas,
James White and The Blacks,
Magma,
Scientists,
the Human League,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Gladiators,
Schoolly D,
Sarah Menescal,
Jacob Miller,
Soft Machine,
JFA,
LL Cool J,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Q65,
The Buckinghams,
Jeff Lynne,
Deepchord,
Deakin,
Jawbox,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Khruangbin,
Gastr Del Sol,
David McCallum,
Zero Boys,
B.T. Express,
Youth Brigade,
Grauzone,
Soulsonic Force,
R.M.O.,
The Fortunes,
Neu!,
The Angels of Light,
UT,
Leonard Cohen,
Eric B and Rakim,
Slick Rick,
Janne Schatter,
Aswad,
The Birthday Party,
Peter & Gordon,
Alice Coltrane,
The Busters,
Black Sheep,
Oneida,
Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef.
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.