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 Turkmenistan and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 oboe 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 The Fuzztones 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 Tropical Tobacco. All the underground hits.
All Art Ensemble Of Chicago tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Order record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers Ubiquity record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sunsets and Hearts,
8 Eyed Spy,
Crispian St. Peters,
Arcadia,
Donald Byrd,
Depeche Mode,
The Wake,
Lalann,
Marvin Gaye,
Oblivians,
The Motions,
Judy Mowatt,
Boogie Down Productions,
Pussy Galore,
Scion,
Guru Guru,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ronnie Foster,
Danielle Patucci,
Banda Bassotti,
Buzzcocks,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Dual Sessions,
Make Up,
Man Parrish,
Gil Scott Heron,
Delon & Dalcan,
Amazonics,
LL Cool J,
Kayak,
Country Teasers,
Don Cherry,
The Walker Brothers,
Ultimate Spinach,
Grandmaster Flash,
the Slits,
Angry Samoans,
The Move,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Vogues,
Monolake,
The Flesh Eaters,
June of 44,
Ituana,
The Young Rascals,
ABBA,
Skarface,
The Alarm Clocks,
Electric Prunes,
Sex Pistols,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Anakelly,
Dennis Brown,
Vainqueur,
Joy Division,
The Gladiators,
Toni Rubio,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The J.B.'s,
Procol Harum,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
This Heat,
Max Romeo,
Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy.
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.