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 Saudi Arabia and from Woodstock.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Jeff Mills to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Nation of Ulysses. All the underground hits.
All Panda Bear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rufus Thomas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sly & The Family Stone,
the Germs,
The Angels of Light,
CMW,
Deadbeat,
Soft Machine,
Charles Mingus,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Black Flag,
The Electric Prunes,
Joey Negro,
Basic Channel,
The Toasters,
Black Pus,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Darondo,
Dark Day,
David McCallum,
X-101,
Blancmange,
Mr. Review,
Aaron Thompson,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Todd Terry,
The Modern Lovers,
Bronski Beat,
Desert Stars,
Maleditus Sound,
Nas,
Bootsy Collins,
Gabor Szabo,
The Moleskins,
Lower 48,
Hasil Adkins,
The Birthday Party,
The Black Dice,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Gories,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lungfish,
The Buckinghams,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Mummies,
Sparks,
Marcia Griffiths,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ossler,
Yellowson,
Bauhaus,
Infiniti,
Rod Modell,
Marvin Gaye,
The Five Americans,
Sight & Sound,
Visage,
Kurtis Blow,
Technova,
H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme.
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.