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 Guatemala and from Winnipeg.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 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 Harpers Bizarre to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 kango's stein massive. All the underground hits.
All Anakelly tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warsaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Selecter 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?
Maleditus Sound,
Lou Reed,
Suicide,
Isaac Hayes,
Rhythm & Sound,
Susan Cadogan,
Jacob Miller,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Desert Stars,
Darondo,
China Crisis,
Goldenarms,
Trumans Water,
The Associates,
Faust,
Crispy Ambulance,
Popol Vuh,
Stockholm Monsters,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Todd Terry,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Television Personalities,
Angry Samoans,
Bobby Byrd,
The Trojans,
Junior Murvin,
Ronan,
Scan 7,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Monks,
Roxette,
The Skatalites,
Fat Boys,
Avey Tare,
B.T. Express,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Doobie Brothers,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Hardrive,
kango's stein massive,
Crime,
Essential Logic,
The Pop Group,
Wire,
Nirvana,
Matthew Halsall,
Simply Red,
The Standells,
Reuben Wilson,
Electric Prunes,
Bang On A Can,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
This Heat,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Toni Rubio,
Peter & Gordon,
Schoolly D,
Minnie Riperton,
The Monochrome Set,
New Age Steppers,
The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed.
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.