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 Panama and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Schoolly D to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 X-101. All the underground hits.
All Wally Richardson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Bananas 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sarah Menescal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet 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?
Pulsallama,
Pantaleimon,
Morten Harket,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ultravox,
Joyce Sims,
Outsiders,
Derrick Morgan,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Remains,
Con Funk Shun,
Ice-T,
David Axelrod,
The Happenings,
Public Enemy,
John Cale,
Ultra Naté,
Section 25,
The Techniques,
Underground Resistance,
Johnny Osbourne,
Harry Pussy,
Brothers Johnson,
Max Romeo,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
L. Decosne,
The J.B.'s,
Mary Jane Girls,
Chrome,
The Blues Magoos,
One Last Wish,
Scrapy,
Sound Behaviour,
Kevin Saunderson,
John Lydon,
Nik Kershaw,
Electric Prunes,
Rites of Spring,
Kerrie Biddell,
Scion,
Fear,
The Shadows of Knight,
Franke,
Basic Channel,
Icehouse,
The Knickerbockers,
The Red Krayola,
Tom Boy,
The Gun Club,
Bootsy Collins,
Junior Murvin,
The Monks,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Aaron Thompson,
DNA,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Cheater Slicks,
Albert Ayler,
Joe Finger,
Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force.
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.