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 Lebanon and from Accra.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Animal Collective to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Slave. All the underground hits.
All Ten City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Seeds 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sarah Menescal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ponytail,
U.S. Maple,
the Association,
Jandek,
Bobby Sherman,
D'Angelo,
The Happenings,
Piero Umiliani,
Scan 7,
Dennis Brown,
The Standells,
Sonic Youth,
Agent Orange,
Lebanon Hanover,
Intrusion,
Altered Images,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Aural Exciters,
the Germs,
Jeru the Damaja,
Neu!,
Excepter,
The Names,
Fela Kuti,
Technova,
La Düsseldorf,
Lalann,
The Gun Club,
Zapp,
Shuggie Otis,
The Beau Brummels,
Erykah Badu,
Dual Sessions,
Sonny Sharrock,
Yaz,
Average White Band,
Terrestrial Tones,
China Crisis,
Dead Boys,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Country Teasers,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bobby Womack,
The Angels of Light,
Eurythmics,
Laurel Aitken,
Supertramp,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gang of Four,
Boz Scaggs,
Rotary Connection,
The Evens,
Carl Craig,
Yazoo,
The Associates,
David McCallum,
The Mummies,
Rapeman,
Eve St. Jones,
Rakim,
The Cowsills,
Jerry's Kids,
The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos.
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.