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 Togo and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Barracudas. All the underground hits.
All Interpol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Essential Logic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sister Nancy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
LL Cool J,
Liliput,
Scientists,
Eric Dolphy,
Fear,
Wally Richardson,
The Walker Brothers,
Black Moon,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Half Japanese,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Al Stewart,
The Birthday Party,
The Pretty Things,
Joey Negro,
Wire,
Shoche,
The Names,
Lalo Schifrin,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Dead Boys,
MC5,
Chris & Cosey,
The Angels of Light,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gabor Szabo,
Crime,
Section 25,
The Sound,
Massinfluence,
The Mummies,
Pulsallama,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Carl Craig,
Mars,
Skriet,
Camberwell Now,
Mission of Burma,
Angry Samoans,
Arthur Verocai,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Doobie Brothers,
Tim Buckley,
Alton Ellis,
Darondo,
The Slits,
Brass Construction,
Ituana,
Minutemen,
Panda Bear,
Banda Bassotti,
Sex Pistols,
DJ Style,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Suicide,
The Evens,
Drive Like Jehu,
Vladislav Delay,
DNA,
The Happenings,
Anakelly,
kango's stein massive,
Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson.
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.