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 Grenada and from Accra.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 linndrum 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 The Remains to the techno 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 The Litter. All the underground hits.
All London Community Gospel Choir tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Underground Resistance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hasil Adkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zero Boys,
Juan Atkins,
Scion,
Tropical Tobacco,
Tommy Roe,
June of 44,
Kool Moe Dee,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Tears for Fears,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Rod Modell,
Cameo,
Kaleidoscope,
Marmalade,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Groovy Waters,
Sparks,
Ultra Naté,
48th St. Collective,
Buzzcocks,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Electric Prunes,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Marc Almond,
Nas,
The Blackbyrds,
Warsaw,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Terrestrial Tones,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Slits,
Suicide,
Khruangbin,
John Holt,
Mr. Review,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Wake,
The Sound,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Doors,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Flesh Eaters,
Mark Hollis,
The Sonics,
The Young Rascals,
MDC,
UT,
Leonard Cohen,
Joe Smooth,
Throbbing Gristle,
Grey Daturas,
Stereo Dub,
Newcleus,
Slick Rick,
Sex Pistols,
E-Dancer,
Nation of Ulysses,
Alphaville,
The Kinks,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
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.