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 Congo and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Houston.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the sitar 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 Rhythm & Sound to the electroclash 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 The Index. All the underground hits.
All Manfred Mann's Earth Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dead C 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Bar-Kays record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Essential Logic,
Althea and Donna,
JFA,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Metal Thangz,
Carl Craig,
Public Enemy,
Icehouse,
Radio Birdman,
Altered Images,
The Cowsills,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Selecter,
X-Ray Spex,
Mars,
Crispy Ambulance,
Los Fastidios,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bang On A Can,
Scratch Acid,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Black Moon,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Alison Limerick,
DNA,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Suburban Knight,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Scientists,
Underground Resistance,
The Birthday Party,
cv313,
ABBA,
Lee Hazlewood,
Cymande,
Reagan Youth,
This Heat,
June Days,
New Age Steppers,
Prince Buster,
Rosa Yemen,
Dual Sessions,
Bluetip,
Bush Tetras,
Pantaleimon,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Rites of Spring,
Jesper Dahlback,
Fluxion,
Junior Murvin,
Drexciya,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Real Kids,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lebanon Hanover,
kango's stein massive,
Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson.
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.