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 Zimbabwe and from Lille.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Black Sheep to the rap 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 Spandau Ballet. All the underground hits.
All Ohio Players tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every K-Klass 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amazonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young,
Panda Bear,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Sound,
Boogie Down Productions,
Fear,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Mummies,
Albert Ayler,
Kas Product,
Arcadia,
Yaz,
The Dave Clark Five,
Average White Band,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Dirtbombs,
Faraquet,
Porter Ricks,
48th St. Collective,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Last Poets,
Guru Guru,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Q and Not U,
Junior Murvin,
La Düsseldorf,
A Certain Ratio,
Nation of Ulysses,
the Swans,
The Happenings,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
MDC,
Soft Cell,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lungfish,
Cheater Slicks,
the Fania All-Stars,
Heaven 17,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Terry Callier,
Alison Limerick,
The Monochrome Set,
Little Man,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Mad Mike,
Lou Christie,
Aswad,
Minny Pops,
Zero Boys,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
X-101,
Rakim,
X-102,
Matthew Halsall,
Hoover,
Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic.
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.