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 Paraguay and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Calgary.
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 güiro 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 Rhythm & Sound to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Trumans Water. All the underground hits.
All Crispy Ambulance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Standells record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mummies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Banda Bassotti,
Tommy Roe,
The Cowsills,
The Monks,
Saccharine Trust,
The Slits,
Duran Duran,
Freddie Wadling,
Fugazi,
Tom Boy,
The Modern Lovers,
Visage,
Jeff Lynne,
Jacques Brel,
Hashim,
MC5,
48th St. Collective,
Pere Ubu,
The Young Rascals,
Ralphi Rosario,
Funky Four + One,
DJ Style,
Mo-Dettes,
Stockholm Monsters,
JFA,
Jerry's Kids,
Gang Starr,
Accadde A,
D'Angelo,
Matthew Halsall,
The Velvet Underground,
Fatback Band,
Mary Jane Girls,
Frankie Knuckles,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Marine Girls,
Can,
Eve St. Jones,
Kurtis Blow,
The Move,
Panda Bear,
Roger Hodgson,
The Fugs,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Malaria!,
Sonic Youth,
Basic Channel,
Minutemen,
MDC,
Minnie Riperton,
Model 500,
James White and The Blacks,
Cecil Taylor,
Lyres,
Althea and Donna,
10cc,
Bad Manners,
Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron.
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.