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 Albania and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 marimba 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 David Bowie to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Black Flag. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Halsall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Green record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun City Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
UT,
Faust,
Kerrie Biddell,
Black Sheep,
This Heat,
Pylon,
Erasure,
Second Layer,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Agent Orange,
Minnie Riperton,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Radio Birdman,
Rotary Connection,
Soul Sonic Force,
X-101,
Bobby Sherman,
Rhythm & Sound,
Robert Görl,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
U.S. Maple,
Todd Terry,
The Monochrome Set,
Fatback Band,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Al Stewart,
Archie Shepp,
Simply Red,
The Five Americans,
The Cramps,
The Evens,
Fear,
Cymande,
Kool Moe Dee,
Donald Byrd,
Pantytec,
Jawbox,
Swans,
Colin Newman,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bootsy Collins,
Gong,
DJ Sneak,
Brothers Johnson,
Thee Headcoats,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
John Foxx,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Cal Tjader,
Sixth Finger,
Q and Not U,
Slick Rick,
Grey Daturas,
Janne Schatter,
These Immortal Souls,
Albert Ayler,
The Residents,
Half Japanese,
Scion,
Trumans Water,
Nas,
Dual Sessions,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry.
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.