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 Slovenia and from London.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 MC5 to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago. All the underground hits.
All Cheater Slicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter and Kerry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joyce Sims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Vogues,
Cymande,
Arthur Verocai,
Blossom Toes,
The Smoke,
L. Decosne,
Theoretical Girls,
Charles Mingus,
UT,
Jacob Miller,
Excepter,
The Cowsills,
Davy DMX,
The Human League,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sarah Menescal,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Minny Pops,
The Fugs,
The Buckinghams,
Crime,
Alison Limerick,
Skarface,
Ultravox,
David McCallum,
The Last Poets,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bang On A Can,
Rotary Connection,
Wings,
Can,
Eli Mardock,
The Divine Comedy,
Livin' Joy,
Sixth Finger,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Mummies,
Reuben Wilson,
Roxy Music,
Public Image Ltd.,
Icehouse,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
These Immortal Souls,
The Gun Club,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Tubeway Army,
Sparks,
Aloha Tigers,
Toni Rubio,
Camouflage,
Leonard Cohen,
Warren Ellis,
Siglo XX,
Nik Kershaw,
Bluetip,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp..
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.