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 United Kingdom and from New York.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Zeros 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 Barrington Levy. All the underground hits.
All Gary Puckett & The Union Gap tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vaughan Mason & Crew record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Charles Mingus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suburban Knight,
Mr. Review,
Marine Girls,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Move,
Erykah Badu,
Crooked Eye,
Donny Hathaway,
The Saints,
JFA,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
David Bowie,
The Gun Club,
The Doors,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Clear Light,
Quando Quango,
Section 25,
DNA,
Thee Headcoats,
The Sonics,
Alison Limerick,
Bill Wells,
The Durutti Column,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Yaz,
Darondo,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Anakelly,
The Young Rascals,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Amon Düül,
Erasure,
Inner City,
Von Mondo,
Bizarre Inc.,
Piero Umiliani,
Gong,
Sixth Finger,
The Smoke,
Kenny Larkin,
Byron Stingily,
Ornette Coleman,
Harry Pussy,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Selecter,
Hasil Adkins,
Circle Jerks,
Goldenarms,
Roy Ayers,
Sound Behaviour,
The Black Dice,
One Last Wish,
Ronan,
Fad Gadget,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Animal Collective,
Don Cherry,
Radiopuhelimet,
Kurtis Blow,
The Barracudas,
Main Source,
Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy.
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.