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 Djibouti and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 Mexico City and Stockholm.
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 güiro 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 Animal Collective to the grunge 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 Al Stewart. All the underground hits.
All Circle Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Panda Bear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fugazi,
Stereo Dub,
Nas,
The J.B.'s,
the Bar-Kays,
R.M.O.,
Laurel Aitken,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Cybotron,
Absolute Body Control,
John Foxx,
Echospace,
Aloha Tigers,
Icehouse,
Johnny Clarke,
David McCallum,
Jerry's Kids,
Lucky Dragons,
Sister Nancy,
Faraquet,
Scan 7,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Evens,
The Fugs,
Bootsy Collins,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Kinks,
The Selecter,
Sonny Sharrock,
Loose Ends,
Crash Course in Science,
The Residents,
Altered Images,
June of 44,
The Smiths,
MC5,
Henry Cow,
Minor Threat,
Animal Collective,
Franke,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Saccharine Trust,
The Detroit Cobras,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Spandau Ballet,
Judy Mowatt,
Kool Moe Dee,
Aaron Thompson,
Todd Terry,
Fad Gadget,
The Gun Club,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Invisible,
The Offenders,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Dave Gahan,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Nils Olav,
Rosa Yemen,
Main Source,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish.
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.