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 Suriname and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Icehouse to the rap 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 DNA. All the underground hits.
All Todd Terry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Bananas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tears for Fears record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb 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 Associates,
Warsaw,
Monks,
Thee Headcoats,
Colin Newman,
Lucky Dragons,
X-Ray Spex,
the Sonics,
Mars,
Can,
Crispian St. Peters,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Inner City,
Bizarre Inc.,
Moby Grape,
Dawn Penn,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Stereo Dub,
Traffic Nightmare,
June Days,
Crispy Ambulance,
Au Pairs,
Danielle Patucci,
Peter and Kerry,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Anthony Braxton,
Desert Stars,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Darondo,
Supertramp,
Tommy Roe,
Deepchord,
The Doors,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Underground Resistance,
Tom Boy,
Patti Smith,
Mad Mike,
Fear,
The Saints,
Lou Christie,
The Gladiators,
Rekid,
The Mummies,
Aloha Tigers,
Bluetip,
Erasure,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Hot Snakes,
K-Klass,
Max Romeo,
Schoolly D,
The Moody Blues,
Cluster,
Carl Craig,
X-101,
Animal Collective,
Infiniti,
Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson.
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.