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 Bahrain and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 Johannesburg and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 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 Von Mondo to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Slackers. All the underground hits.
All Grauzone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mary Jane Girls 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Bar-Kays 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?
Mr. Review,
Television Personalities,
Animal Collective,
the Slits,
Maurizio,
Warsaw,
CMW,
Dark Day,
Slave,
The Techniques,
Gabor Szabo,
Can,
The Tremeloes,
Freddie Wadling,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Toasters,
Boogie Down Productions,
Negative Approach,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
8 Eyed Spy,
JFA,
The Victims,
Ice-T,
X-101,
a-ha,
Peter and Kerry,
Excepter,
Babytalk,
Terrestrial Tones,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Moleskins,
Bang On A Can,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Blues Magoos,
Thompson Twins,
Al Stewart,
Mission of Burma,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Letta Mbulu,
kango's stein massive,
Outsiders,
cv313,
Girls At Our Best!,
Slick Rick,
DJ Style,
The Black Dice,
The Human League,
Q65,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Robert Görl,
The Last Poets,
Eve St. Jones,
The Golliwogs,
Index,
The Fugs,
Glenn Branca,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ludus,
the Bar-Kays,
Roy Ayers,
A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio.
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.