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 Sri Lanka and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Black Moon to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Selecter. All the underground hits.
All Bill Near tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Carl Craig record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Joe & The Fish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tres Demented,
Massinfluence,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Misunderstood,
The Fall,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Joe Smooth,
Eric Copeland,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Avey Tare,
Rhythm & Sound,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Mad Mike,
Pylon,
Newcleus,
Byron Stingily,
DJ Sneak,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Skaos,
Sun Ra,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Swell Maps,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Jerry's Kids,
Deakin,
Tim Buckley,
World's Most,
The Golliwogs,
The Gladiators,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Letta Mbulu,
Sound Behaviour,
The Blackbyrds,
Drexciya,
Bad Manners,
Rotary Connection,
The Slackers,
The Doobie Brothers,
MC5,
Radiohead,
Fad Gadget,
Technova,
Public Enemy,
Susan Cadogan,
Freddie Wadling,
Porter Ricks,
Khruangbin,
Magma,
Simply Red,
Circle Jerks,
Faust,
Harpers Bizarre,
Fat Boys,
Unwound,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Eden Ahbez,
Erasure,
Morten Harket,
The Victims,
The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos.
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.