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 Philippines and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 harpsichord 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 John Coltrane to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Grauzone. All the underground hits.
All The Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Enemy 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharoah Sanders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Darondo,
the Bar-Kays,
Fatback Band,
Black Pus,
Byron Stingily,
Cybotron,
Ken Boothe,
T.S.O.L.,
The Gun Club,
The Litter,
Sonic Youth,
Andrew Hill,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Depeche Mode,
the Association,
Pole,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Metal Thangz,
Black Bananas,
Eve St. Jones,
Wings,
Mission of Burma,
The Index,
Mo-Dettes,
Buzzcocks,
Stereo Dub,
Talk Talk,
Matthew Bourne,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Five Americans,
The Tremeloes,
Sam Rivers,
Skaos,
Lou Reed,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Martian,
Ituana,
the Human League,
AZ,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Letta Mbulu,
the Slits,
Blake Baxter,
Michelle Simonal,
Symarip,
Franke,
Harpers Bizarre,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Animal Collective,
Archie Shepp,
Pantaleimon,
The Neon Judgement,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ten City,
Gang of Four,
Marcia Griffiths,
Japan,
Sandy B,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Heaven 17,
Parry Music,
Harmonia,
Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy.
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.