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 Jakarta.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Pulsallama to the rap 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog. All the underground hits.
All the Fania All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pagans 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 '60s 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 Underground Resistance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skarface,
Sonic Youth,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Popol Vuh,
Amon Düül,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Jawbox,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Byron Stingily,
Khruangbin,
Harpers Bizarre,
ABBA,
The Stooges,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sister Nancy,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
New Order,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Schoolly D,
Sugar Minott,
The Slits,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Funkadelic,
New York Dolls,
Pantytec,
Deadbeat,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Aloha Tigers,
the Bar-Kays,
Royal Trux,
Lalann,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Unwound,
The Vogues,
John Coltrane,
Rufus Thomas,
The Walker Brothers,
Fugazi,
Dorothy Ashby,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Evens,
The Modern Lovers,
Von Mondo,
Kool Moe Dee,
David Axelrod,
Erykah Badu,
Donald Byrd,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
David McCallum,
Ken Boothe,
Amazonics,
Duran Duran,
Zero Boys,
Bobbi Humphrey,
H. Thieme,
Bush Tetras,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Brand Nubian,
Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented.
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.