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 Mozambique and from Glasgow.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Nils Olav to the techno 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 Drexciya. All the underground hits.
All Tropical Tobacco tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Victims 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a UT record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
F. McDonald,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bronski Beat,
Electric Prunes,
The Leaves,
Neil Young,
The Techniques,
Quantec,
The Fall,
Roxy Music,
the Bar-Kays,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
David Bowie,
The Names,
Pulsallama,
Crash Course in Science,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Slackers,
Funky Four + One,
Ossler,
The Walker Brothers,
Chris Corsano,
Tim Buckley,
Robert Görl,
John Cale,
Peter & Gordon,
Amon Düül,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Whodini,
Lee Hazlewood,
Goldenarms,
Bobby Womack,
Flash Fearless,
Alice Coltrane,
Cal Tjader,
The Victims,
Schoolly D,
Thee Headcoats,
The Count Five,
Echospace,
Jawbox,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Hot Snakes,
The Modern Lovers,
The Martian,
Lungfish,
E-Dancer,
Johnny Clarke,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
New Age Steppers,
Kool Moe Dee,
Brick,
Minnie Riperton,
Patti Smith,
Terry Callier,
Monks,
Gang Gang Dance,
The American Breed,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Liliput,
Symarip,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti.
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.