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 Nauru and from Jakarta.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Tim Buckley to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 T.S.O.L.. All the underground hits.
All The Searchers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harry Pussy 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter and Kerry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry's Kids,
Roxette,
Soft Machine,
Idris Muhammad,
Eve St. Jones,
The Blues Magoos,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Colin Newman,
Sight & Sound,
Soul Sonic Force,
Deepchord,
Panda Bear,
cv313,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Faust,
Von Mondo,
The Divine Comedy,
The Leaves,
Can,
The Young Rascals,
The New Christs,
James White and The Blacks,
Andrew Hill,
MDC,
Gang Starr,
Unwound,
Toni Rubio,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Dual Sessions,
The Dave Clark Five,
Wire,
Rakim,
Lou Christie,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Girls At Our Best!,
Stockholm Monsters,
Quadrant,
The Slits,
Shuggie Otis,
Amon Düül II,
Stiv Bators,
The Cowsills,
a-ha,
Motorama,
Agent Orange,
The Detroit Cobras,
Skaos,
Aswad,
Matthew Bourne,
Althea and Donna,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Erykah Badu,
the Swans,
AZ,
The Kinks,
MC5,
Matthew Halsall,
The Dead C,
the Association,
DJ Style,
K-Klass,
Section 25, Section 25, Section 25, Section 25.
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.