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 Lebanon and from Sao Paulo.
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 Mumbai and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Skriet to the grime 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 Jimmy McGriff. All the underground hits.
All Scratch Acid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Normal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Albert Ayler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yellowson,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bootsy Collins,
Tomorrow,
Throbbing Gristle,
the Slits,
The Human League,
The Cowsills,
Moby Grape,
Vainqueur,
The Fugs,
Suicide,
Japan,
Trumans Water,
Magazine,
Bill Near,
Marcia Griffiths,
Nirvana,
New Age Steppers,
Metal Thangz,
Panda Bear,
Malaria!,
Groovy Waters,
Mr. Review,
EPMD,
Siglo XX,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Smiths,
Stereo Dub,
Minor Threat,
The Remains,
Sun City Girls,
Public Enemy,
Man Parrish,
Joe Finger,
Gregory Isaacs,
Scientists,
Rekid,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Grey Daturas,
The Angels of Light,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Country Teasers,
Arthur Verocai,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Theoretical Girls,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lower 48,
Nik Kershaw,
Janne Schatter,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Eric B and Rakim,
Q and Not U,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Livin' Joy,
MC5,
Suburban Knight,
Anakelly,
Swans,
Kerrie Biddell,
Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet.
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.