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 Austria and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the güiro 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 L. Decosne to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Skriet. All the underground hits.
All The Last Poets tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grauzone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Style 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?
The Kinks,
Schoolly D,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Warren Ellis,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Livin' Joy,
Anakelly,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Chris & Cosey,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
David Axelrod,
Connie Case,
Black Moon,
the Bar-Kays,
Joensuu 1685,
Dennis Brown,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Crooked Eye,
The Fall,
Accadde A,
Bootsy Collins,
Thee Headcoats,
The Red Krayola,
Deadbeat,
Minutemen,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Wasted Youth,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Chrome,
Anthony Braxton,
Brick,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Hot Snakes,
Nik Kershaw,
Mandrill,
Aaron Thompson,
The Velvet Underground,
The Real Kids,
Symarip,
Scan 7,
The Mummies,
Monks,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Beau Brummels,
Rosa Yemen,
Grandmaster Flash,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Icehouse,
Cybotron,
The Shadows of Knight,
Joey Negro,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Silicon Teens,
Echospace,
Toni Rubio,
The Grass Roots,
Rhythm & Sound,
the Fania All-Stars,
Amazonics,
Sandy B,
Ponytail,
Quantec, Quantec, Quantec, Quantec.
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.