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 Philippines and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 marimba 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 Groovy Waters to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Chocolate Watch Band. All the underground hits.
All Hasil Adkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scientists 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Skatalites record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron 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?
AZ,
Henry Cow,
Hoover,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Smoke,
Juan Atkins,
The Gladiators,
Boz Scaggs,
X-101,
Dead Boys,
Eurythmics,
Roxette,
Sight & Sound,
In Retrospect,
Public Image Ltd.,
Howard Jones,
Lou Reed,
The Blackbyrds,
The Velvet Underground,
The Toasters,
Eric Copeland,
Lakeside,
Scott Walker,
Nas,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Darondo,
Vainqueur,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Tomorrow,
Shuggie Otis,
Deadbeat,
Quantec,
Warsaw,
Throbbing Gristle,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Litter,
The Vogues,
Anthony Braxton,
8 Eyed Spy,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Excepter,
Leonard Cohen,
Blancmange,
Stiv Bators,
Man Eating Sloth,
Soul II Soul,
Newcleus,
Archie Shepp,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Graham Central Station,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sun Ra,
Jeru the Damaja,
Matthew Halsall,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Model 500,
Pulsallama,
U.S. Maple,
Make Up,
Andrew Hill,
The Walker Brothers,
Television, Television, Television, Television.
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.