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 Malta and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 clarinet 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 the Slits to the dance 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 Robert Görl. All the underground hits.
All The Doors tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerrie Biddell 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brand Nubian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alice Coltrane,
The Gories,
Reuben Wilson,
KRS-One,
The J.B.'s,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bobby Hutcherson,
New York Dolls,
The Velvet Underground,
Iggy Pop,
ABBA,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Zeros,
Wire,
F. McDonald,
Henry Cow,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Cybotron,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Knickerbockers,
The Buckinghams,
Pet Shop Boys,
Scott Walker,
Kenny Larkin,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Fat Boys,
Urselle,
Kevin Saunderson,
Marvin Gaye,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Toasters,
Jandek,
Junior Murvin,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Smoke,
Sound Behaviour,
Aaron Thompson,
D'Angelo,
Slave,
Mark Hollis,
The Leaves,
Jeff Mills,
The Victims,
Surgeon,
The Evens,
Carl Craig,
Wasted Youth,
Scientists,
Bill Near,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Los Fastidios,
The Kinks,
Flash Fearless,
Rod Modell,
Motorama,
Pantytec,
New Age Steppers,
Agitation Free,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Skaos,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ken Boothe,
Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare.
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.