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 South Africa and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 harpsichord 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 Lebanon Hanover to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel. All the underground hits.
All Alison Limerick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Youth Brigade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Intrusion,
Deepchord,
Minny Pops,
Anthony Braxton,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Dead Boys,
World's Most,
Scan 7,
Qualms,
Blake Baxter,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bush Tetras,
The Cowsills,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Don Cherry,
Avey Tare,
Au Pairs,
Gabor Szabo,
Matthew Halsall,
The Durutti Column,
Thee Headcoats,
David Axelrod,
Anakelly,
Crash Course in Science,
Monks,
Pussy Galore,
Whodini,
The Sound,
China Crisis,
Hot Snakes,
Hasil Adkins,
Loose Ends,
Byron Stingily,
the Germs,
Liliput,
Drexciya,
Cymande,
Barry Ungar,
Sight & Sound,
Kenny Larkin,
Suicide,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
the Slits,
The Wake,
Crispian St. Peters,
the Association,
CMW,
Aswad,
Erykah Badu,
Tim Buckley,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sällskapet,
These Immortal Souls,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bobby Hutcherson,
One Last Wish,
Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes.
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.