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 Solomon Islands and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 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 Bobby Byrd to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Model 500. All the underground hits.
All The Slackers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Velvet Underground 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 chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacques Brel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Das Ding,
a-ha,
Laurel Aitken,
Alton Ellis,
Marc Almond,
Panda Bear,
Nation of Ulysses,
Amazonics,
Quadrant,
Skarface,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Funky Four + One,
The Wake,
The Knickerbockers,
The Smiths,
Arthur Verocai,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lyres,
Neu!,
Charles Mingus,
Accadde A,
New Age Steppers,
Fluxion,
The Stooges,
Deakin,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Johnny Clarke,
Nils Olav,
The Beau Brummels,
Barry Ungar,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Minnie Riperton,
Bobby Womack,
Mars,
Henry Cow,
Von Mondo,
F. McDonald,
World's Most,
Slick Rick,
Agent Orange,
Rufus Thomas,
Steve Hackett,
Judy Mowatt,
Hardrive,
H. Thieme,
The Martian,
The Monochrome Set,
Public Enemy,
Spoonie Gee,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Stiv Bators,
Bobby Byrd,
Jandek,
Jacob Miller,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Grass Roots,
Ultra Naté,
Bootsy Collins,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Toni Rubio,
Rod Modell,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
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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.