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 Solomon Islands and from Edmonton.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Mumbai.
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 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Jacob Miller to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Ohio Players. All the underground hits.
All Derrick May tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lucky Dragons record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MDC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Five Americans,
John Coltrane,
The American Breed,
Sugar Minott,
Bad Manners,
Lee Hazlewood,
Outsiders,
The Misunderstood,
Smog,
The Knickerbockers,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Crispian St. Peters,
Soul II Soul,
Boredoms,
Lakeside,
DJ Style,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Last Poets,
Qualms,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Erykah Badu,
The Residents,
the Bar-Kays,
Darondo,
The Smiths,
Fad Gadget,
Kerri Chandler,
Technova,
Oneida,
Traffic Nightmare,
ABC,
Tropical Tobacco,
Judy Mowatt,
Don Cherry,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Can,
Spandau Ballet,
Lower 48,
Sonic Youth,
Gang Gang Dance,
Niagra,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Model 500,
Visage,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gang Green,
Siglo XX,
Newcleus,
Lebanon Hanover,
Tres Demented,
The Sound,
Joensuu 1685,
Little Man,
Youth Brigade,
Kool Moe Dee,
Scrapy,
Minny Pops,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Man Eating Sloth,
Dual Sessions,
Soulsonic Force,
Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader.
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.