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 Benin and from Houston.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 chamberlin 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Anakelly. All the underground hits.
All Easy Going tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Iggy Pop 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Beau Brummels record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Mantronix,
Swell Maps,
The Music Machine,
Barclay James Harvest,
Essential Logic,
Siglo XX,
The Durutti Column,
The Cramps,
Ultra Naté,
Idris Muhammad,
The Evens,
Aural Exciters,
Letta Mbulu,
The Offenders,
Japan,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Jerry's Kids,
Sister Nancy,
The Fuzztones,
Camberwell Now,
Jandek,
Radiohead,
the Sonics,
Deadbeat,
Rites of Spring,
Joyce Sims,
Young Marble Giants,
The Blackbyrds,
Max Romeo,
Anakelly,
Gabor Szabo,
June Days,
Susan Cadogan,
Eric Dolphy,
The Fire Engines,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lee Hazlewood,
48th St. Collective,
Malaria!,
Pantytec,
Funkadelic,
Jawbox,
Index,
Audionom,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Surgeon,
Clear Light,
Suicide,
Todd Rundgren,
World's Most,
Peter and Kerry,
Joey Negro,
Todd Terry,
Pylon,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Techniques,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Alton Ellis,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Residents,
Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja.
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.