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 Peru and from Salvador.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 güiro 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 Scratch Acid to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Jawbox. All the underground hits.
All The Cosmic Jokers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Fraelich record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerri Chandler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Starr,
Blossom Toes,
Icehouse,
Cymande,
Patti Smith,
Marshall Jefferson,
Charles Mingus,
Janne Schatter,
Pulsallama,
Sex Pistols,
The Cramps,
Iggy Pop,
Idris Muhammad,
Mo-Dettes,
Outsiders,
The Litter,
One Last Wish,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Cheater Slicks,
UT,
Lyres,
Sonny Sharrock,
Peter & Gordon,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Massinfluence,
Pharoah Sanders,
Prince Buster,
New York Dolls,
Chris Corsano,
Altered Images,
The Victims,
Circle Jerks,
Moebius,
Deepchord,
L. Decosne,
Erasure,
Television,
The Tremeloes,
Derrick Morgan,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
U.S. Maple,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Girls At Our Best!,
China Crisis,
Severed Heads,
Radiopuhelimet,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Offenders,
The Durutti Column,
Soft Machine,
Marmalade,
Silicon Teens,
Eric B and Rakim,
48th St. Collective,
Siglo XX,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Talk Talk,
Rufus Thomas,
Jesper Dahlback,
Fad Gadget,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo.
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.