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 Russia and from Houston.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
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 Faraquet to the rap 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 Sun City Girls. All the underground hits.
All Harpers Bizarre tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mo-Dettes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a EPMD record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eden Ahbez,
B.T. Express,
Graham Central Station,
Hot Snakes,
Robert Görl,
Prince Buster,
The Buckinghams,
Gong,
Matthew Halsall,
Roxette,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Alison Limerick,
Lungfish,
Chrome,
Crime,
Tim Buckley,
Scratch Acid,
Toni Rubio,
Joensuu 1685,
Can,
New Order,
Dark Day,
Suburban Knight,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
A Certain Ratio,
Brass Construction,
Chris & Cosey,
Agitation Free,
Television Personalities,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ken Boothe,
Tres Demented,
Eli Mardock,
Barbara Tucker,
Dawn Penn,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sex Pistols,
Charles Mingus,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Litter,
Moby Grape,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Intrusion,
Depeche Mode,
Bill Near,
E-Dancer,
Oneida,
Mr. Review,
The Martian,
Kas Product,
Pussy Galore,
Robert Hood,
Minor Threat,
David Axelrod,
Soulsonic Force,
Loose Ends,
The Offenders,
ABC,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear.
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.