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 Tunisia and from Hong Kong.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 AZ to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Little Man. All the underground hits.
All New York Dolls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Lydon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Janne Schatter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Hood,
June of 44,
Hardrive,
The Angels of Light,
Mo-Dettes,
Tres Demented,
Loose Ends,
Eddi Front,
John Lydon,
Brand Nubian,
Popol Vuh,
John Coltrane,
Unrelated Segments,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Gun Club,
Camouflage,
the Normal,
Rosa Yemen,
Electric Prunes,
T. Rex,
Man Eating Sloth,
Amon Düül II,
Kurtis Blow,
The Beau Brummels,
Harpers Bizarre,
Man Parrish,
Negative Approach,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Girls At Our Best!,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Human League,
Jeff Mills,
The J.B.'s,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Parry Music,
Vainqueur,
Pylon,
Maleditus Sound,
Country Teasers,
Robert Wyatt,
Minor Threat,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
U.S. Maple,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Mojo Men,
The Remains,
The Stooges,
Alton Ellis,
Motorama,
T.S.O.L.,
New York Dolls,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Junior Murvin,
Fela Kuti,
ABC,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Hashim,
The Misunderstood,
Animal Collective,
Suburban Knight,
Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler.
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.