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 Rwanda and from Lyon.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Pussy Galore to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Flipper. All the underground hits.
All L. Decosne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Halsall 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boogie Down Productions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sunsets and Hearts,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Human League,
EPMD,
Symarip,
The Gladiators,
DNA,
Country Teasers,
Qualms,
Parry Music,
Archie Shepp,
Deepchord,
Black Flag,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Roxy Music,
Fear,
Harry Pussy,
Pere Ubu,
Pulsallama,
The Offenders,
Rekid,
The J.B.'s,
Ornette Coleman,
cv313,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Agent Orange,
Deadbeat,
Howard Jones,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bang On A Can,
Isaac Hayes,
Marine Girls,
Letta Mbulu,
Don Cherry,
Spoonie Gee,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Dennis Brown,
Popol Vuh,
The Fuzztones,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Martian,
Jacques Brel,
Nick Fraelich,
Lalann,
Skriet,
David McCallum,
Liliput,
The Cowsills,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Alison Limerick,
John Cale,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Eve St. Jones,
Camouflage,
Amon Düül II,
Zero Boys,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Mr. Review,
The Fugs,
Nico,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel.
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.