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 Nigeria and from Tehran.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Carl Craig to the electroclash 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 Ludus. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dirtbombs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Raincoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Popol Vuh,
Ice-T,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
New Age Steppers,
Funky Four + One,
Thompson Twins,
Inner City,
June Days,
Ohio Players,
Reagan Youth,
Index,
Metal Thangz,
Oblivians,
Sun Ra,
Tom Boy,
Ultravox,
Yazoo,
Sandy B,
John Coltrane,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Fall,
Lower 48,
Nik Kershaw,
Motorama,
Youth Brigade,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Section 25,
Masters at Work,
Eric B and Rakim,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bobby Sherman,
Faust,
Television,
David Axelrod,
Buzzcocks,
The Standells,
Jeru the Damaja,
Simply Red,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Cure,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Joe Finger,
The American Breed,
Agent Orange,
Heaven 17,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
In Retrospect,
Alphaville,
X-102,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Quando Quango,
Nirvana,
Bobby Womack,
The Shadows of Knight,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Skriet,
Bob Dylan,
Mark Hollis,
Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget.
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.