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 Panama and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 oboe 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 The Searchers to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Robert Görl. All the underground hits.
All Khruangbin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yusef Lateef record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Five Americans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Adolescents,
Ash Ra Tempel,
a-ha,
Agent Orange,
Leonard Cohen,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
JFA,
Tomorrow,
Lou Christie,
Skriet,
Half Japanese,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
DJ Style,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Blackbyrds,
Mary Jane Girls,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Mission of Burma,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Barrington Levy,
Gang Green,
Echospace,
Lower 48,
Amon Düül II,
Ornette Coleman,
The Saints,
Maleditus Sound,
Pagans,
Sarah Menescal,
Animal Collective,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Nils Olav,
Kool Moe Dee,
Con Funk Shun,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Doobie Brothers,
Jeff Mills,
Ponytail,
Gong,
the Swans,
Crooked Eye,
The Selecter,
Suicide,
Spoonie Gee,
Scott Walker,
These Immortal Souls,
Aswad,
Masters at Work,
Dead Boys,
The Velvet Underground,
Sun Ra,
Minny Pops,
the Sonics,
U.S. Maple,
Electric Prunes,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Standells,
Hoover,
Intrusion,
Parry Music,
The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras.
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.