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 Czech Republic and from Lagos.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 organ 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 The Blues Magoos to the grunge 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 Avey Tare. All the underground hits.
All The United States of America tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool Moe Dee,
The Golliwogs,
The Invisible,
Faraquet,
Pharoah Sanders,
Rakim,
E-Dancer,
Goldenarms,
Delta 5,
Nik Kershaw,
Sun City Girls,
Kayak,
Stereo Dub,
Big Daddy Kane,
Steve Hackett,
Don Cherry,
Black Bananas,
The Red Krayola,
Parry Music,
The Standells,
Trumans Water,
Radiopuhelimet,
Arthur Verocai,
Charles Mingus,
Pantaleimon,
Pussy Galore,
Tres Demented,
Grauzone,
Agent Orange,
Fluxion,
The Index,
Tom Boy,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
DJ Sneak,
Wally Richardson,
The Names,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Smog,
Icehouse,
Connie Case,
Matthew Halsall,
Audionom,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Dennis Brown,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lalann,
Sugar Minott,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Amazonics,
These Immortal Souls,
The Blues Magoos,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lakeside,
Harmonia,
Stockholm Monsters,
Darondo,
Dorothy Ashby,
Japan,
The Selecter,
The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five.
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.