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 Tuvalu and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 güiro 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish to the jazz 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 Gun Club. All the underground hits.
All Animal Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alton Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boredoms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bauhaus,
Brick,
Ultra Naté,
Cybotron,
the Germs,
Robert Wyatt,
Sixth Finger,
Crooked Eye,
Sarah Menescal,
Groovy Waters,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sällskapet,
Terrestrial Tones,
Donny Hathaway,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sam Rivers,
The Durutti Column,
Judy Mowatt,
Moby Grape,
Shoche,
Barry Ungar,
Lalann,
Drive Like Jehu,
Procol Harum,
Black Bananas,
Zapp,
Warren Ellis,
The Offenders,
The Motions,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Monochrome Set,
Scion,
Ornette Coleman,
Eli Mardock,
The Slits,
Banda Bassotti,
FM Einheit,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Moss Icon,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Public Image Ltd.,
Smog,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Circle Jerks,
Eddi Front,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Sonics,
The Seeds,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Human League,
Jeff Mills,
Donald Byrd,
The Blues Magoos,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
T. Rex,
Avey Tare,
Bizarre Inc.,
June of 44,
Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin.
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.