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 Cuba and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 organ 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 Ajijia Myrayebe to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Prince Buster. All the underground hits.
All The Royal Family And The Poor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ornette Coleman 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Livin' Joy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Saccharine Trust,
Pagans,
Deakin,
Janne Schatter,
the Fania All-Stars,
Minnie Riperton,
Pantaleimon,
World's Most,
Soft Machine,
Prince Buster,
Theoretical Girls,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Moleskins,
Blake Baxter,
Moby Grape,
Morten Harket,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Barbara Tucker,
Absolute Body Control,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Stockholm Monsters,
Todd Rundgren,
Derrick May,
Rod Modell,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Chris & Cosey,
Jerry's Kids,
Section 25,
Rufus Thomas,
Bronski Beat,
Magma,
Charles Mingus,
Skriet,
Monks,
Tim Buckley,
Wings,
E-Dancer,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Pop Group,
Inner City,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gerry Rafferty,
Kerrie Biddell,
Stetsasonic,
Suicide,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Eli Mardock,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Eric Dolphy,
Black Sheep,
Idris Muhammad,
Al Stewart,
ABC,
kango's stein massive,
Camberwell Now,
Erasure,
Soulsonic Force,
Althea and Donna,
Jacques Brel,
Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless.
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.