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 Moldova and from Spokane.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Adolescents to the grime 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 Duran Duran. All the underground hits.
All DJ Style tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yusef Lateef record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nik Kershaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sandy B,
Rekid,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Crooked Eye,
The Barracudas,
Scientists,
Gregory Isaacs,
Swell Maps,
Goldenarms,
Massinfluence,
Ohio Players,
Public Image Ltd.,
Organ,
Man Eating Sloth,
CMW,
Thee Headcoats,
Black Flag,
The Skatalites,
The Birthday Party,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Cure,
Rufus Thomas,
Toni Rubio,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bush Tetras,
Alphaville,
Silicon Teens,
David McCallum,
Delta 5,
The Smoke,
Jandek,
JFA,
Grey Daturas,
Basic Channel,
Sight & Sound,
Kayak,
Mandrill,
Black Bananas,
Junior Murvin,
Godley & Creme,
Crime,
The Shadows of Knight,
Main Source,
PIL,
Pylon,
Nico,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Walker Brothers,
The Litter,
Panda Bear,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Sonics,
The Dave Clark Five,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
H. Thieme,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Dual Sessions,
Minny Pops,
Laurel Aitken,
Blake Baxter,
Funky Four + One,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s.
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.