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 Montenegro and from Copenhagen.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 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 Popol Vuh to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Bill Wells. All the underground hits.
All Section 25 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skriet 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Hutcherson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiopuhelimet,
Harry Pussy,
The Toasters,
Q and Not U,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Model 500,
Nick Fraelich,
Lalo Schifrin,
Johnny Clarke,
Flipper,
Peter and Kerry,
Pylon,
The Slackers,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Moby Grape,
Bobby Sherman,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Scratch Acid,
E-Dancer,
Suburban Knight,
The Monks,
The Busters,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Mars,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
David McCallum,
The Walker Brothers,
Sound Behaviour,
Wolf Eyes,
Das Ding,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Scientists,
The Victims,
The Beau Brummels,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Babytalk,
Crash Course in Science,
Main Source,
Japan,
Amazonics,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
FM Einheit,
Lee Hazlewood,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Smoke,
Peter & Gordon,
Minutemen,
Radio Birdman,
the Sonics,
Vladislav Delay,
The Angels of Light,
Minnie Riperton,
Boz Scaggs,
Morten Harket,
Darondo, Darondo, Darondo, Darondo.
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.