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 Benin and from Toronto.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 The Walker Brothers to the rap 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 Letta Mbulu. All the underground hits.
All Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cosmic Jokers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terry Callier record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Victims,
Eddi Front,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Electric Prunes,
The Moleskins,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Faraquet,
This Heat,
Suicide,
Main Source,
Peter & Gordon,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Yusef Lateef,
DJ Sneak,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Porter Ricks,
Eric B and Rakim,
Godley & Creme,
Circle Jerks,
The Cramps,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Tremeloes,
Maurizio,
Crash Course in Science,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Swans,
Laurel Aitken,
Bill Near,
Sugar Minott,
Depeche Mode,
L. Decosne,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Kas Product,
Goldenarms,
Young Marble Giants,
Roxy Music,
Ituana,
Pierre Henry,
Brick,
The Monochrome Set,
James White and The Blacks,
Al Stewart,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sister Nancy,
Second Layer,
In Retrospect,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gichy Dan,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sound Behaviour,
The Saints,
Charles Mingus,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Flash Fearless,
Mission of Burma,
Roger Hodgson,
Big Daddy Kane,
Hashim,
Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring.
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.