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 Yemen and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Yusef Lateef to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 B.T. Express. All the underground hits.
All The Real Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Neon Judgement record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funky Four + One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pylon,
Barrington Levy,
UT,
Q65,
The Offenders,
Minutemen,
Sugar Minott,
Arthur Verocai,
Mission of Burma,
The Vogues,
Roxette,
One Last Wish,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Eve St. Jones,
Erykah Badu,
Radiohead,
The Real Kids,
Letta Mbulu,
David McCallum,
Schoolly D,
Tomorrow,
The Neon Judgement,
The Count Five,
Robert Hood,
Bluetip,
Chris & Cosey,
Shuggie Otis,
The Mojo Men,
Crash Course in Science,
The Techniques,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Tremeloes,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Buzzcocks,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bill Near,
Television Personalities,
Angry Samoans,
Ronnie Foster,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Marvin Gaye,
DNA,
The American Breed,
Joyce Sims,
Fatback Band,
Excepter,
Jerry's Kids,
Franke,
The Five Americans,
David Axelrod,
The Happenings,
Rekid,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bobby Byrd,
The Golliwogs,
Mandrill,
Bootsy Collins,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Cure,
Easy Going,
The Martian,
Malaria!,
Blossom Toes,
The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible.
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.