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 Slovenia and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Althea and Donna to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Real Kids. All the underground hits.
All Pagans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fort Wilson Riot record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Deadbeat,
Tomorrow,
Circle Jerks,
Theoretical Girls,
Fela Kuti,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
MC5,
Von Mondo,
Graham Central Station,
Make Up,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Skriet,
Terry Callier,
Depeche Mode,
Derrick May,
Schoolly D,
The Shadows of Knight,
Urselle,
The Fall,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Litter,
the Human League,
Harmonia,
The Moody Blues,
Heaven 17,
Mandrill,
Joyce Sims,
Lungfish,
Rapeman,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Half Japanese,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Eddi Front,
B.T. Express,
AZ,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Fugazi,
Bush Tetras,
Mary Jane Girls,
Funkadelic,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Zapp,
The Trojans,
Alice Coltrane,
The Martian,
Roger Hodgson,
Mission of Burma,
Scrapy,
Maurizio,
Pere Ubu,
The Misunderstood,
Cameo,
Bobby Byrd,
The Cure,
Spandau Ballet,
Albert Ayler,
Yaz,
The Monks,
The Last Poets,
The Searchers,
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.