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 India and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Cheater Slicks to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Motorama. All the underground hits.
All Scientists tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sex Pistols record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fluxion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric B and Rakim,
Mandrill,
Marshall Jefferson,
Kerri Chandler,
The Flesh Eaters,
Joyce Sims,
Rod Modell,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Byron Stingily,
Bluetip,
Crispy Ambulance,
Groovy Waters,
Echospace,
The Invisible,
Jimmy McGriff,
Curtis Mayfield,
Dark Day,
Tom Boy,
The Fire Engines,
Jeff Lynne,
L. Decosne,
The Move,
Pierre Henry,
Schoolly D,
The Gories,
Deakin,
Sister Nancy,
Bobby Sherman,
John Lydon,
Steve Hackett,
Rhythm & Sound,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
cv313,
Matthew Halsall,
Magma,
Joy Division,
Soulsonic Force,
Hot Snakes,
The Standells,
Clear Light,
The Raincoats,
DJ Style,
Franke,
Lalann,
Swell Maps,
Kas Product,
Bob Dylan,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
PIL,
Aaron Thompson,
Khruangbin,
Spandau Ballet,
Black Pus,
EPMD,
Trumans Water,
Unwound,
Pantaleimon,
Audionom,
Gang Starr,
The Gun Club,
Subhumans,
D'Angelo,
Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep.
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.