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 Madagascar and from Salvador.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 snare 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 Robert Görl to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 DJ Style. All the underground hits.
All Lyres tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Görl 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masters at Work record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jawbox,
Monolake,
Boredoms,
D'Angelo,
Ituana,
The Motions,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Move,
David McCallum,
X-101,
Agent Orange,
Gregory Isaacs,
Flipper,
Soulsonic Force,
Bush Tetras,
Glambeats Corp.,
Thee Headcoats,
Peter and Kerry,
Suicide,
Delta 5,
Traffic Nightmare,
Babytalk,
Cheater Slicks,
Stiv Bators,
Stereo Dub,
Rites of Spring,
The Busters,
The Slackers,
Sound Behaviour,
Con Funk Shun,
Ken Boothe,
Mandrill,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Moleskins,
Scrapy,
Harpers Bizarre,
Carl Craig,
The Angels of Light,
Roy Ayers,
Dave Gahan,
KRS-One,
The Shadows of Knight,
Rufus Thomas,
Moss Icon,
Rosa Yemen,
The Doobie Brothers,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Stockholm Monsters,
Motorama,
Pantytec,
This Heat,
Goldenarms,
Sixth Finger,
Andrew Hill,
David Bowie,
Sonic Youth,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Eve St. Jones,
Ultra Naté,
Aural Exciters,
Q and Not U,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
F. McDonald,
Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip.
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.