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 Malta and from Salvador.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Country Joe & The Fish to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Agent Orange. All the underground hits.
All The Misunderstood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oneida 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hardrive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eurythmics,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Aswad,
June Days,
Jacob Miller,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Robert Wyatt,
a-ha,
Agent Orange,
The Leaves,
Banda Bassotti,
Hardrive,
Rhythm & Sound,
Little Man,
Subhumans,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Harry Pussy,
Todd Terry,
Black Sheep,
Amazonics,
Neil Young,
The Monks,
Thompson Twins,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Josef K,
Siglo XX,
John Coltrane,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Arab on Radar,
Prince Buster,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Golliwogs,
Mad Mike,
Q and Not U,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Panda Bear,
Spandau Ballet,
Thee Headcoats,
The Sonics,
June of 44,
Electric Prunes,
The J.B.'s,
Spoonie Gee,
Freddie Wadling,
China Crisis,
Pierre Henry,
Drexciya,
Dave Gahan,
Unwound,
Saccharine Trust,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Blancmange,
Aural Exciters,
E-Dancer,
Rakim,
Parry Music,
Ornette Coleman,
Tomorrow,
Groovy Waters,
Yazoo,
Darondo,
The Moody Blues,
New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls.
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.