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 Grenada and from Taipei.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Fad Gadget 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 Negative Approach. All the underground hits.
All Warren Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wally Richardson 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 '70s 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 Wings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fatback Band,
Roxette,
The United States of America,
Half Japanese,
Minnie Riperton,
the Fania All-Stars,
Patti Smith,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Flamin' Groovies,
Wasted Youth,
Ronnie Foster,
Peter and Kerry,
Animal Collective,
Barclay James Harvest,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Dorothy Ashby,
Cameo,
The Barracudas,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Remains,
Little Man,
James White and The Blacks,
Girls At Our Best!,
Alice Coltrane,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
10cc,
Ice-T,
Nico,
Erasure,
Bobby Byrd,
MC5,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Joe Finger,
Reagan Youth,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Magazine,
Kaleidoscope,
Bang On A Can,
Kurtis Blow,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Section 25,
T. Rex,
Talk Talk,
Absolute Body Control,
FM Einheit,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Fugs,
The Pretty Things,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Roger Hodgson,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Martian,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Moss Icon,
Infiniti,
Hoover,
Grandmaster Flash,
LL Cool J,
Howard Jones,
Bob Dylan,
The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves.
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.