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 Finland and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Manila.
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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 U.S. Maple to the grunge 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 Cameo. All the underground hits.
All Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mandrill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Organ,
Deadbeat,
Fela Kuti,
Banda Bassotti,
cv313,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Robert Görl,
Rufus Thomas,
The Cure,
Black Flag,
This Heat,
Avey Tare,
Scrapy,
Kaleidoscope,
Mars,
Hot Snakes,
Desert Stars,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Shuggie Otis,
Marmalade,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sun City Girls,
Animal Collective,
Second Layer,
Susan Cadogan,
Warsaw,
8 Eyed Spy,
Aural Exciters,
Smog,
Dead Boys,
Sun Ra,
Mantronix,
James White and The Blacks,
New Age Steppers,
Alison Limerick,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Smiths,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Mad Mike,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sonny Sharrock,
Erykah Badu,
JFA,
Goldenarms,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bush Tetras,
A Certain Ratio,
The Leaves,
The Dirtbombs,
FM Einheit,
Marvin Gaye,
Subhumans,
Kool Moe Dee,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Joensuu 1685,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Vogues,
The Pretty Things,
Gabor Szabo,
Delon & Dalcan,
Fluxion,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme.
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.