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 Hungary and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 linndrum 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 Arthur Verocai to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Nils Olav. All the underground hits.
All The Skatalites tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arab on Radar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camouflage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Curtis Mayfield,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Barracudas,
T. Rex,
FM Einheit,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Second Layer,
Circle Jerks,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sight & Sound,
Inner City,
Marshall Jefferson,
Index,
OOIOO,
Lalann,
Mark Hollis,
Ten City,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Grey Daturas,
Pantaleimon,
Tim Buckley,
F. McDonald,
Archie Shepp,
Ituana,
cv313,
Excepter,
Isaac Hayes,
Q and Not U,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Shadows of Knight,
Todd Terry,
Slave,
Avey Tare,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Nas,
Duran Duran,
Lucky Dragons,
Lightning Bolt,
Traffic Nightmare,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Cure,
Eric Copeland,
Pylon,
Funky Four + One,
June Days,
Japan,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gang of Four,
Eyeless In Gaza,
kango's stein massive,
Harmonia,
Chris Corsano,
World's Most,
Lou Reed,
The Moleskins,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Index,
The Motions,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters.
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.