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 Iraq and from Bologna.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 Bootsy's Rubber Band to the electroclash 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 Lou Reed. All the underground hits.
All Sad Lovers and Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minutemen 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Altered Images record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Youth Brigade,
Wings,
MDC,
Urselle,
The Moody Blues,
Mission of Burma,
Panda Bear,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bill Wells,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Mojo Men,
Pantytec,
Surgeon,
Lucky Dragons,
The Kinks,
London Community Gospel Choir,
the Association,
Boz Scaggs,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Maurizio,
Derrick Morgan,
MC5,
Grey Daturas,
Judy Mowatt,
Big Daddy Kane,
Jacques Brel,
Darondo,
Avey Tare,
Charles Mingus,
The Gun Club,
EPMD,
Davy DMX,
Arab on Radar,
Johnny Osbourne,
Rites of Spring,
Peter and Kerry,
Lungfish,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Simply Red,
Lou Reed,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Television Personalities,
Pulsallama,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Crash Course in Science,
Dennis Brown,
Lindisfarne,
Drive Like Jehu,
Dual Sessions,
The Trojans,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lightning Bolt,
48th St. Collective,
Smog,
Heaven 17,
Barry Ungar,
Joensuu 1685,
Aural Exciters,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Sound,
Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster.
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.