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 Georgia and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 snare 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 MDC to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz. All the underground hits.
All Jawbox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Judy Mowatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
OOIOO,
Warsaw,
Robert Wyatt,
Soul II Soul,
Sun Ra,
Brand Nubian,
Unwound,
Minny Pops,
Mary Jane Girls,
John Cale,
Echospace,
Cameo,
The Busters,
Charles Mingus,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Moby Grape,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
John Coltrane,
Radio Birdman,
The Divine Comedy,
Nirvana,
Rites of Spring,
the Fania All-Stars,
Arab on Radar,
F. McDonald,
Surgeon,
Fad Gadget,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Reuben Wilson,
ABBA,
Eurythmics,
Alison Limerick,
Ralphi Rosario,
MC5,
Tomorrow,
The Shadows of Knight,
Matthew Bourne,
Pere Ubu,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Public Enemy,
Second Layer,
Crispy Ambulance,
Mission of Burma,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Spandau Ballet,
the Germs,
David McCallum,
Jeff Mills,
Matthew Halsall,
Organ,
B.T. Express,
Jawbox,
Josef K,
The Mojo Men,
The Vogues,
The Music Machine,
Groovy Waters,
Swell Maps,
Pagans,
Jeff Lynne,
John Holt,
Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep.
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.