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 Ivory Coast and from Lagos.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 808 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 Rekid to the punk 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 Radiopuhelimet. All the underground hits.
All The Slackers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arthur Verocai 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Red Krayola record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiopuhelimet,
Ralphi Rosario,
Excepter,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Buzzcocks,
Bootsy Collins,
The Skatalites,
the Normal,
Soft Cell,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Cal Tjader,
These Immortal Souls,
Audionom,
Los Fastidios,
Althea and Donna,
The Smiths,
Essential Logic,
Wasted Youth,
The Fuzztones,
Minny Pops,
Donald Byrd,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Terry Callier,
Sandy B,
Vladislav Delay,
The Gun Club,
Pharoah Sanders,
Y Pants,
Skaos,
kango's stein massive,
Gastr Del Sol,
Scion,
MC5,
Reagan Youth,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Black Moon,
The Fall,
the Sonics,
X-102,
The Slackers,
Deakin,
Agent Orange,
Dennis Brown,
Bob Dylan,
The Zeros,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Traffic Nightmare,
Cheater Slicks,
Bobby Sherman,
Sixth Finger,
Young Marble Giants,
Mad Mike,
Gichy Dan,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Seeds,
Marine Girls,
Q and Not U,
Organ,
Khruangbin,
Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade.
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.