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 Maldives and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Stooges to the funk 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 The Skatalites. All the underground hits.
All KRS-One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maurizio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxette,
Fela Kuti,
Pulsallama,
Lyres,
The Cramps,
Pussy Galore,
The Dirtbombs,
Byron Stingily,
The Wake,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Niagra,
The Searchers,
Spoonie Gee,
The Fire Engines,
Davy DMX,
Neil Young,
The Moody Blues,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Metal Thangz,
Magma,
Rakim,
Sam Rivers,
Q and Not U,
Negative Approach,
Circle Jerks,
Fad Gadget,
Barbara Tucker,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Hoover,
Jandek,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Count Five,
Aural Exciters,
Masters at Work,
The Moleskins,
The Vogues,
Newcleus,
The Mojo Men,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Cymande,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bobbi Humphrey,
UT,
Nirvana,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bob Dylan,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Skatalites,
Surgeon,
Erykah Badu,
Mandrill,
Monks,
Arthur Verocai,
The Walker Brothers,
Zero Boys,
Japan,
Suicide,
Unrelated Segments,
Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes.
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.