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 Guyana and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Massinfluence to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Rapeman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scientists record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Busters,
Mr. Review,
Panda Bear,
Glenn Branca,
Ronnie Foster,
Steve Hackett,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Roy Ayers,
Alison Limerick,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Oneida,
Los Fastidios,
Funky Four + One,
Scan 7,
Sixth Finger,
L. Decosne,
Alice Coltrane,
The Smoke,
Lungfish,
Royal Trux,
The Birthday Party,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
John Cale,
Amon Düül,
The Real Kids,
The Moleskins,
Jandek,
Aloha Tigers,
Toni Rubio,
Rekid,
Howard Jones,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Darondo,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
UT,
F. McDonald,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Tom Boy,
Siglo XX,
Throbbing Gristle,
Parry Music,
Boredoms,
Lightning Bolt,
Fela Kuti,
Leonard Cohen,
Tommy Roe,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ultravox,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Unrelated Segments,
The Remains,
Mars,
Thee Headcoats,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Interpol,
Mary Jane Girls,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Eric Dolphy,
The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges.
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.