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 Oman and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Smog to the electroclash 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 Los Fastidios. All the underground hits.
All Panda Bear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Royal Family And The Poor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonny Sharrock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Malaria!,
Howard Jones,
Sex Pistols,
The Human League,
Nico,
LL Cool J,
Simply Red,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Suicide,
The Last Poets,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Boredoms,
Gabor Szabo,
Camberwell Now,
Josef K,
Prince Buster,
Lakeside,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Faraquet,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Fela Kuti,
Das Ding,
Pharoah Sanders,
Boogie Down Productions,
Livin' Joy,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Dead C,
Intrusion,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Eric Dolphy,
Los Fastidios,
Public Enemy,
The Flesh Eaters,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sonic Youth,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Gladiators,
New York Dolls,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Fugs,
Kerrie Biddell,
F. McDonald,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Minor Threat,
the Germs,
Sandy B,
the Swans,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Searchers,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Donald Byrd,
Barry Ungar,
La Düsseldorf,
The United States of America,
Nils Olav,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Barracudas,
Joy Division,
Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses.
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.