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 Kyrgyzstan and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Stereo Dub to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Mr. Review. All the underground hits.
All Althea and Donna tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Flag record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Parry Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Skatalites,
Oneida,
Gang Starr,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Groovy Waters,
Lakeside,
L. Decosne,
Eric Copeland,
The Cosmic Jokers,
June Days,
The Blackbyrds,
Fad Gadget,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bizarre Inc.,
Fat Boys,
Ossler,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Thee Headcoats,
Gichy Dan,
Soft Cell,
Amon Düül II,
Jawbox,
David Axelrod,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Andrew Hill,
Junior Murvin,
Donald Byrd,
The Kinks,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Standells,
Max Romeo,
The Gap Band,
Pulsallama,
Tim Buckley,
Sam Rivers,
Metal Thangz,
The Evens,
Curtis Mayfield,
Skriet,
8 Eyed Spy,
Skaos,
Country Teasers,
The Walker Brothers,
Sight & Sound,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lou Christie,
Swans,
DNA,
Slick Rick,
Yaz,
Half Japanese,
Scion,
Cybotron,
The Techniques,
T. Rex,
DJ Sneak,
The Slits,
Eddi Front,
Mo-Dettes,
The Star Department,
Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis.
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.