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 Switzerland and from Paris.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 güiro 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 This Heat 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 Amon Düül II. All the underground hits.
All New Age Steppers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Prince Buster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Banda Bassotti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Banda Bassotti,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bang On A Can,
Erasure,
Funky Four + One,
Dorothy Ashby,
Jandek,
Gil Scott Heron,
Flash Fearless,
Scientists,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Fugs,
Albert Ayler,
Gregory Isaacs,
K-Klass,
Kayak,
The Beau Brummels,
Frankie Knuckles,
Chris Corsano,
Ornette Coleman,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sex Pistols,
Supertramp,
Pere Ubu,
Roxette,
The Litter,
Grey Daturas,
Peter & Gordon,
Erykah Badu,
Section 25,
Y Pants,
Matthew Halsall,
The Misunderstood,
David Bowie,
Pole,
Newcleus,
Max Romeo,
Malaria!,
The Grass Roots,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Kaleidoscope,
The Divine Comedy,
CMW,
Fat Boys,
The Motions,
Wasted Youth,
Darondo,
The Smoke,
Nik Kershaw,
Alton Ellis,
the Fania All-Stars,
Hot Snakes,
Gang Starr,
The Monochrome Set,
Mars,
The Alarm Clocks,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Duran Duran,
Reuben Wilson,
Underground Resistance,
Peter and Kerry,
The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs.
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.