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 Mexico and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 sitar 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Modern Lovers. All the underground hits.
All the Germs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oblivians record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lizzy Mercier Descloux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
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,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Golliwogs,
Letta Mbulu,
Hasil Adkins,
Gang Green,
Panda Bear,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ten City,
Max Romeo,
The Saints,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Amazonics,
Scan 7,
Quando Quango,
Organ,
The Fugs,
Accadde A,
The Count Five,
The Move,
Pet Shop Boys,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Second Layer,
Maleditus Sound,
Joensuu 1685,
Franke,
The New Christs,
Young Marble Giants,
The Velvet Underground,
Ronnie Foster,
Funkadelic,
Jandek,
X-Ray Spex,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Girls At Our Best!,
Nick Fraelich,
Porter Ricks,
Stiv Bators,
Jacques Brel,
Trumans Water,
Black Bananas,
Chris Corsano,
The Seeds,
Massinfluence,
Pole,
Kurtis Blow,
The American Breed,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Little Man,
Pantytec,
The Raincoats,
Avey Tare,
The Martian,
Curtis Mayfield,
8 Eyed Spy,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Gun Club,
Crispian St. Peters,
Al Stewart,
Peter & Gordon,
X-102, X-102, X-102, X-102.
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.