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 South Sudan and from Bremen.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the güiro 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 Kenny Larkin to the jazz 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 Loose Ends. All the underground hits.
All Little Man tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radio Birdman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Mojo Men,
Brass Construction,
Alice Coltrane,
Nico,
Bill Wells,
the Bar-Kays,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Black Moon,
Erasure,
Gichy Dan,
Lindisfarne,
Prince Buster,
Arcadia,
The Moleskins,
10cc,
Bootsy Collins,
Isaac Hayes,
The Music Machine,
Funky Four + One,
Neu!,
Schoolly D,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Marc Almond,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Carl Craig,
the Sonics,
Hasil Adkins,
Grey Daturas,
The Fire Engines,
Panda Bear,
Lou Reed,
Crime,
Lower 48,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Flesh Eaters,
Hoover,
Fugazi,
The Gap Band,
Wire,
Glenn Branca,
Magma,
Warren Ellis,
U.S. Maple,
Boz Scaggs,
48th St. Collective,
Pagans,
Swans,
Easy Going,
Index,
The Vogues,
Interpol,
Bill Near,
Soft Cell,
Kaleidoscope,
Eddi Front,
Gang Starr,
The Velvet Underground,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra.
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.