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 Spain and from Lyon.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the sitar 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme to the grime 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 Sam Rivers. All the underground hits.
All Babytalk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Offenders 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Audionom record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dark Day,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Tremeloes,
Bang On A Can,
Lower 48,
The Grass Roots,
The Cure,
Piero Umiliani,
Niagra,
The Blackbyrds,
Hashim,
Fela Kuti,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Smoke,
EPMD,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Seeds,
New York Dolls,
Althea and Donna,
Tubeway Army,
Sparks,
the Soft Cell,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Youth Brigade,
Lee Hazlewood,
Johnny Clarke,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Con Funk Shun,
Ituana,
Lindisfarne,
Mandrill,
Magma,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Cluster,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Knickerbockers,
Donald Byrd,
Drive Like Jehu,
Robert Görl,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Rakim,
The Sonics,
Ralphi Rosario,
Scientists,
Rekid,
Kurtis Blow,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Alison Limerick,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The New Christs,
Y Pants,
The Misunderstood,
The Remains,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Amon Düül II,
Gichy Dan,
The Martian,
Mars,
The Dirtbombs,
Man Eating Sloth,
Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish.
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.