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 Andorra and from Winnipeg.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 harpsichord 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 John Cale. All the underground hits.
All The Walker Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry Gold Smith 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Royal Family And The Poor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Red Krayola,
The Wake,
Shoche,
Mr. Review,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lyres,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Robert Görl,
Deakin,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Roy Ayers,
The Monochrome Set,
Charles Mingus,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Liliput,
New Order,
Crime,
L. Decosne,
the Slits,
The Shadows of Knight,
Boogie Down Productions,
Masters at Work,
Deepchord,
Stockholm Monsters,
Model 500,
The Slackers,
These Immortal Souls,
Amazonics,
Alice Coltrane,
Average White Band,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Doobie Brothers,
48th St. Collective,
World's Most,
Nico,
Soul Sonic Force,
Electric Prunes,
Black Pus,
Joey Negro,
Rapeman,
Nation of Ulysses,
Tres Demented,
Audionom,
Hashim,
Marmalade,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Fire Engines,
The Kinks,
Franke,
Con Funk Shun,
The Trojans,
Panda Bear,
Graham Central Station,
Sexual Harrassment,
Urselle,
The Mummies,
Q65,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
H. Thieme,
Eurythmics,
Arthur Verocai,
The Blues Magoos,
Banda Bassotti,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience.
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.