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 Ukraine and from Portland.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the sitar 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 Doors to the jazz 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 Newcleus. All the underground hits.
All Laurel Aitken tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every One Last Wish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiohead record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Charles Mingus,
Eric Copeland,
Crooked Eye,
Eli Mardock,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Donald Byrd,
Piero Umiliani,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Wake,
Sex Pistols,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Crispy Ambulance,
the Fania All-Stars,
Dennis Brown,
Bad Manners,
The Moleskins,
Quando Quango,
Jacob Miller,
One Last Wish,
James White and The Blacks,
The Invisible,
Banda Bassotti,
Terry Callier,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Yellowson,
Desert Stars,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Magazine,
Judy Mowatt,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Das Ding,
Hot Snakes,
cv313,
Yazoo,
Surgeon,
Franke,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Eurythmics,
Kenny Larkin,
Fugazi,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Nick Fraelich,
Todd Terry,
Royal Trux,
Dave Gahan,
Bronski Beat,
Scientists,
Technova,
These Immortal Souls,
The Fugs,
Pere Ubu,
Hardrive,
Lucky Dragons,
In Retrospect,
Fela Kuti,
Popol Vuh,
This Heat,
La Düsseldorf,
Groovy Waters,
Wally Richardson,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers.
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.