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 Togo and from Mumbai.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Happenings. All the underground hits.
All Major Organ And The Adding Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visage 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bill Wells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crash Course in Science,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Pagans,
The Sonics,
The Misunderstood,
Guru Guru,
Maleditus Sound,
Jacob Miller,
Minny Pops,
The Searchers,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Panda Bear,
Connie Case,
The Beau Brummels,
Jimmy McGriff,
Symarip,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Junior Murvin,
Deadbeat,
Yazoo,
The Doobie Brothers,
Absolute Body Control,
Danielle Patucci,
Siglo XX,
Gang Starr,
Blossom Toes,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Pierre Henry,
Electric Prunes,
CMW,
Spandau Ballet,
The Buckinghams,
Barrington Levy,
Altered Images,
Harry Pussy,
The Gories,
Brass Construction,
The Busters,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Arcadia,
Infiniti,
Popol Vuh,
The Pop Group,
The Victims,
Minnie Riperton,
Negative Approach,
Interpol,
a-ha,
Derrick May,
Moebius,
The Dead C,
Intrusion,
The Pretty Things,
The Modern Lovers,
The Durutti Column,
The Offenders,
Oblivians,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins.
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.