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 London.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 The Residents to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Accadde A. All the underground hits.
All Pere Ubu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barry Ungar 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Selector Dub Narcotic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro 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?
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Flamin' Groovies,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Dave Clark Five,
Blancmange,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Don Cherry,
Black Sheep,
Soft Cell,
Darondo,
The Cramps,
Jimmy McGriff,
Warren Ellis,
The Names,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Move,
Flipper,
Suicide,
Howard Jones,
The Golliwogs,
Stockholm Monsters,
Mo-Dettes,
A Flock of Seagulls,
A Certain Ratio,
the Sonics,
David Bowie,
The Fuzztones,
James White and The Blacks,
Moby Grape,
Junior Murvin,
Chris & Cosey,
Todd Rundgren,
Amazonics,
Sam Rivers,
Soft Machine,
Lyres,
Zero Boys,
The Gories,
Eric B and Rakim,
Fear,
EPMD,
T. Rex,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Smog,
Blake Baxter,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Heaven 17,
Wings,
Dave Gahan,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Pet Shop Boys,
Deakin,
Silicon Teens,
Funkadelic,
June Days,
X-Ray Spex,
The Smoke,
Pagans,
Anthony Braxton,
The Doors,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers.
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.