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 Suriname and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 theremin 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 Marine Girls to the rap 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 Lightning Bolt. All the underground hits.
All John Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Motorama 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wasted Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oblivians,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Durutti Column,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Aswad,
Delta 5,
Duran Duran,
Lower 48,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Siglo XX,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Index,
The New Christs,
Quadrant,
Rotary Connection,
Scott Walker,
The Moleskins,
New Order,
Dead Boys,
AZ,
Neu!,
Barrington Levy,
The Cowsills,
Crash Course in Science,
Marc Almond,
Barclay James Harvest,
Moby Grape,
Frankie Knuckles,
DJ Sneak,
The Techniques,
Von Mondo,
Pantaleimon,
Joe Smooth,
EPMD,
The Dead C,
Johnny Osbourne,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Guru Guru,
The Moody Blues,
Bobby Womack,
a-ha,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Soulsonic Force,
Panda Bear,
Throbbing Gristle,
KRS-One,
Maurizio,
Negative Approach,
Lucky Dragons,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Spoonie Gee,
The Stooges,
Khruangbin,
Can,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
World's Most,
Marine Girls,
Mo-Dettes,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction.
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.