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 Netherlands 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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Minny Pops to the punk 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 Panda Bear. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flash Fearless record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
F. McDonald,
OOIOO,
The Detroit Cobras,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Invisible,
Trumans Water,
Donny Hathaway,
The Wake,
The Red Krayola,
Matthew Halsall,
Clear Light,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lebanon Hanover,
Minnie Riperton,
Junior Murvin,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The J.B.'s,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sällskapet,
Minor Threat,
This Heat,
Jacob Miller,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Gladiators,
Television Personalities,
Brand Nubian,
Desert Stars,
Charles Mingus,
Motorama,
Arab on Radar,
Minutemen,
Sparks,
Theoretical Girls,
Susan Cadogan,
The Selecter,
Ultimate Spinach,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Young Marble Giants,
DJ Style,
Cal Tjader,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Echospace,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Mars,
Nation of Ulysses,
48th St. Collective,
The Busters,
Michelle Simonal,
Eric Copeland,
Roy Ayers,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Carl Craig,
Saccharine Trust,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Al Stewart,
The Durutti Column,
The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor.
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.