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 Papua New Guinea and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Flash Fearless to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 This Heat. All the underground hits.
All Yusef Lateef tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deepchord record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mandrill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Cheater Slicks,
Toni Rubio,
Cybotron,
Jawbox,
The Wake,
Cymande,
Panda Bear,
Tropical Tobacco,
The New Christs,
Subhumans,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Buckinghams,
Fluxion,
Girls At Our Best!,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sex Pistols,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
X-102,
Crooked Eye,
Howard Jones,
Agitation Free,
Terrestrial Tones,
Y Pants,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Jacques Brel,
The Doobie Brothers,
Excepter,
Deakin,
Roxy Music,
Robert Wyatt,
Kenny Larkin,
The Gun Club,
Young Marble Giants,
the Sonics,
Arthur Verocai,
Dawn Penn,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Marcia Griffiths,
Anthony Braxton,
David Axelrod,
Grandmaster Flash,
Barry Ungar,
The Gladiators,
Heaven 17,
Andrew Hill,
Faust,
Byron Stingily,
F. McDonald,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Monochrome Set,
The Litter,
EPMD,
Hashim,
The Red Krayola,
The Residents,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Massinfluence,
A Certain Ratio,
Chris Corsano,
Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed.
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.