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 Senegal and from Hong Kong.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Copenhagen.
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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the güiro 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon to the grime 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 Average White Band. All the underground hits.
All Peter and Kerry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grey Daturas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Darondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Zero Boys,
Warsaw,
Wings,
Crooked Eye,
Steve Hackett,
Gil Scott Heron,
Roger Hodgson,
The Cramps,
La Düsseldorf,
X-102,
Aswad,
The Stooges,
Darondo,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Barbara Tucker,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bootsy Collins,
Roxy Music,
The Neon Judgement,
Negative Approach,
The Associates,
Idris Muhammad,
Whodini,
The Birthday Party,
D'Angelo,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Henry Cow,
JFA,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lower 48,
UT,
Organ,
Ronnie Foster,
The Residents,
Eric B and Rakim,
Alison Limerick,
The Victims,
Black Moon,
The Pop Group,
Infiniti,
DJ Style,
ABBA,
Derrick Morgan,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Intrusion,
Bob Dylan,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Misunderstood,
Lyres,
The Mojo Men,
The Seeds,
The Wake,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Dennis Brown,
Frankie Knuckles,
Anakelly,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs.
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.