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 Cyprus 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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Electric Prunes to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Slits. All the underground hits.
All Half Japanese tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Hutcherson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flipper 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?
Interpol,
The Music Machine,
Fatback Band,
The Modern Lovers,
Sam Rivers,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Metal Thangz,
Maurizio,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Circle Jerks,
Smog,
Chrome,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Seeds,
Half Japanese,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gabor Szabo,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Letta Mbulu,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
kango's stein massive,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Erasure,
Fear,
AZ,
Pagans,
Skriet,
The Slits,
Eric Copeland,
Darondo,
Pulsallama,
The Count Five,
The Neon Judgement,
Jeff Lynne,
Scion,
Robert Wyatt,
Lou Christie,
Isaac Hayes,
Flamin' Groovies,
Black Flag,
Sister Nancy,
The Monochrome Set,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Glambeats Corp.,
Magma,
Erykah Badu,
Hasil Adkins,
Q and Not U,
Soft Machine,
Sun Ra,
Icehouse,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Camouflage,
Neil Young,
The Mummies,
Connie Case,
Brothers Johnson,
Massinfluence,
Ornette Coleman,
Livin' Joy,
Television, Television, Television, Television.
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.