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 Nepal and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 mellotron 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 Liliput to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Chris & Cosey. All the underground hits.
All Wasted Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tres Demented record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Slits,
Bob Dylan,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Joyce Sims,
Kas Product,
Johnny Clarke,
Ornette Coleman,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Soulsonic Force,
The Buckinghams,
Scion,
Shoche,
Duran Duran,
Iggy Pop,
The Knickerbockers,
MC5,
T. Rex,
Gang of Four,
Tom Boy,
Donald Byrd,
La Düsseldorf,
The Last Poets,
Traffic Nightmare,
Radiohead,
Tropical Tobacco,
Kurtis Blow,
Soft Cell,
Eden Ahbez,
Skriet,
Das Ding,
Faraquet,
Altered Images,
June of 44,
Anthony Braxton,
Maleditus Sound,
Marvin Gaye,
Rekid,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Slave,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Techniques,
Angry Samoans,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Divine Comedy,
Harry Pussy,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Nas,
Rosa Yemen,
Ultravox,
Ponytail,
Metal Thangz,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Rod Modell,
James White and The Blacks,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Gladiators,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Nirvana,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lungfish,
Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff.
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.