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 Venezuela and from Tehran.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lyon.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the marimba 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 Panda Bear to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Neil Young. All the underground hits.
All Lafayette Afro Rock Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spoonie Gee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Monolake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Names,
Scion,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
FM Einheit,
Maleditus Sound,
James White and The Blacks,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
MDC,
Rod Modell,
Pole,
the Human League,
Quantec,
Crash Course in Science,
Pylon,
Amazonics,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
D'Angelo,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Depeche Mode,
Jacob Miller,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Alison Limerick,
Scan 7,
Drexciya,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Minny Pops,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lower 48,
Michelle Simonal,
Jacques Brel,
the Normal,
Sonic Youth,
Toni Rubio,
Negative Approach,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Marvin Gaye,
Minutemen,
8 Eyed Spy,
Girls At Our Best!,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Modern Lovers,
Big Daddy Kane,
Faraquet,
Fugazi,
Mantronix,
Jerry's Kids,
The Skatalites,
The Litter,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Barry Ungar,
Lebanon Hanover,
Malaria!,
Freddie Wadling,
Mark Hollis,
X-102,
Mo-Dettes,
Erasure,
Parry Music,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays.
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.