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 Argentina 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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 sitar 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 Jimmy McGriff to the electroclash 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 The Last Poets. All the underground hits.
All Mr. Review tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythm & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Trojans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Danielle Patucci,
X-Ray Spex,
Tommy Roe,
Pierre Henry,
10cc,
In Retrospect,
PIL,
Q65,
Graham Central Station,
A Certain Ratio,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Steve Hackett,
John Holt,
Q and Not U,
Michelle Simonal,
Quadrant,
Intrusion,
Von Mondo,
The Fortunes,
Shuggie Otis,
Gil Scott Heron,
Brass Construction,
Excepter,
Echospace,
Bobby Byrd,
Fela Kuti,
The Cure,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
D'Angelo,
Yazoo,
Gang Green,
Niagra,
Nas,
Can,
John Lydon,
Sällskapet,
Blake Baxter,
Black Bananas,
Rotary Connection,
Soft Cell,
China Crisis,
T.S.O.L.,
Aloha Tigers,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Divine Comedy,
Pharoah Sanders,
kango's stein massive,
ABBA,
The Moleskins,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bob Dylan,
Curtis Mayfield,
Blancmange,
The Electric Prunes,
Bluetip,
X-101,
Country Joe & The Fish,
B.T. Express,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Royal Trux,
Iggy Pop,
The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators.
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.