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 Lagos.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 güiro 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 Franke to the jazz 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 Crime. All the underground hits.
All the Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick Morgan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tom Boy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glambeats Corp.,
Young Marble Giants,
Avey Tare,
Sonny Sharrock,
the Slits,
The Standells,
Goldenarms,
Joensuu 1685,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Black Flag,
Arcadia,
Ludus,
Angry Samoans,
Sister Nancy,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Blues Magoos,
These Immortal Souls,
The Slackers,
Ponytail,
The Stooges,
David Bowie,
Rekid,
Ituana,
Robert Görl,
Lalann,
Stetsasonic,
Joe Smooth,
Mission of Burma,
Skaos,
Bob Dylan,
Curtis Mayfield,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Vogues,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Mummies,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Eddi Front,
Peter and Kerry,
The Tremeloes,
the Soft Cell,
The Kinks,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Aaron Thompson,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Metal Thangz,
Chris Corsano,
Model 500,
Heaven 17,
Charles Mingus,
Thee Headcoats,
Slave,
10cc,
Brothers Johnson,
Grey Daturas,
John Coltrane,
Stiv Bators,
Sex Pistols,
The Doobie Brothers,
Soul Sonic Force,
UT,
The Fugs,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy.
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.