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 Micronesia and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Sunsets and Hearts to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Jawbox. All the underground hits.
All The Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lightning Bolt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dirtbombs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scrapy,
Man Eating Sloth,
Fugazi,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Colin Newman,
Hot Snakes,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lightning Bolt,
Shoche,
Urselle,
Mary Jane Girls,
Con Funk Shun,
Sex Pistols,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
EPMD,
Rapeman,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Red Krayola,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Eric B and Rakim,
Kas Product,
Reuben Wilson,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ken Boothe,
The Martian,
Animal Collective,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Peter & Gordon,
Kerri Chandler,
The Cowsills,
Bill Wells,
Darondo,
New Order,
Fad Gadget,
The Knickerbockers,
Los Fastidios,
Harmonia,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Misunderstood,
Lebanon Hanover,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Trojans,
Joe Finger,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
These Immortal Souls,
Mandrill,
Fatback Band,
John Cale,
Qualms,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Quadrant,
Donald Byrd,
Y Pants,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Drive Like Jehu,
Half Japanese,
La Düsseldorf,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Index,
Bill Near,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Searchers,
Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound.
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.