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 Brazil and from Hong Kong.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Holger Czukay 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 Barrington Levy to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Radiohead. All the underground hits.
All The Invisible tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cabaret Voltaire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Justin Hinds & The Dominoes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ten City,
Nick Fraelich,
James White and The Blacks,
Radio Birdman,
Sound Behaviour,
Wally Richardson,
Popol Vuh,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Minutemen,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ultra Naté,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lee Hazlewood,
LL Cool J,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Animal Collective,
The Cure,
Mantronix,
Visage,
U.S. Maple,
ABBA,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sugar Minott,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Excepter,
The Durutti Column,
Sam Rivers,
Sight & Sound,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Motions,
Organ,
Funkadelic,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Talk Talk,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ohio Players,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Idris Muhammad,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
the Fania All-Stars,
A Certain Ratio,
Gong,
Rhythm & Sound,
T.S.O.L.,
Black Flag,
Franke,
Marmalade,
The Star Department,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sister Nancy,
Lakeside,
China Crisis,
Glambeats Corp.,
Infiniti,
The Trojans,
AZ,
Joensuu 1685,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Maleditus Sound,
Public Enemy,
Rufus Thomas,
Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio.
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.