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 Mauritius and from Paris.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 the Normal 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 J.B.'s. All the underground hits.
All DJ Style tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fortunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delta 5,
Eurythmics,
Amon Düül II,
Metal Thangz,
Skarface,
Kerrie Biddell,
Half Japanese,
The Dirtbombs,
A Certain Ratio,
Supertramp,
Simply Red,
Wings,
Monolake,
Funky Four + One,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Symarip,
LL Cool J,
Albert Ayler,
the Soft Cell,
Scott Walker,
T. Rex,
Big Daddy Kane,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Skaos,
Pantytec,
Radio Birdman,
Stetsasonic,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Absolute Body Control,
Sun Ra,
Barclay James Harvest,
Nas,
Shuggie Otis,
the Normal,
Eden Ahbez,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Swans,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Derrick Morgan,
The Blackbyrds,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Index,
Don Cherry,
The Wake,
Bob Dylan,
the Sonics,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Neil Young,
Judy Mowatt,
Max Romeo,
Khruangbin,
Gil Scott Heron,
Gong,
The Cowsills,
Camberwell Now,
The Sonics,
Bill Near,
Bill Wells,
the Association, the Association, the Association, the Association.
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.