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 Canada and from Salvador.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Tom Boy to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Goldenarms. All the underground hits.
All Fifty Foot Hose tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Real Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Blackbyrds,
David Axelrod,
Qualms,
Wolf Eyes,
The American Breed,
Amon Düül II,
Pere Ubu,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Star Department,
Young Marble Giants,
The United States of America,
Soft Machine,
The Last Poets,
Kurtis Blow,
Ponytail,
Vladislav Delay,
Jawbox,
Subhumans,
Soul Sonic Force,
Second Layer,
The Black Dice,
The Slits,
Deepchord,
The Slackers,
Althea and Donna,
Rhythm & Sound,
the Bar-Kays,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Derrick May,
The Doobie Brothers,
Fad Gadget,
Shuggie Otis,
Bad Manners,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Gladiators,
Yellowson,
Patti Smith,
Frankie Knuckles,
Donald Byrd,
Monolake,
Man Eating Sloth,
Eric Copeland,
Terry Callier,
Roxette,
Average White Band,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bauhaus,
The Offenders,
The Monochrome Set,
Nation of Ulysses,
One Last Wish,
Cluster,
Quadrant,
KRS-One,
Intrusion,
Lightning Bolt,
Kerri Chandler,
Smog,
Junior Murvin,
The Doors,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel.
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.