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 Bolivia and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 mellotron 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 Godley & Creme to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 JFA. All the underground hits.
All Marshall Jefferson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mo-Dettes 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T.S.O.L. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barclay James Harvest,
Half Japanese,
F. McDonald,
Icehouse,
The Golliwogs,
John Lydon,
Bill Wells,
Faraquet,
Jimmy McGriff,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Nico,
The Monks,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Metal Thangz,
The Happenings,
Dennis Brown,
ABC,
The Moody Blues,
Scott Walker,
Rakim,
Jacques Brel,
Mad Mike,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Misunderstood,
Basic Channel,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Fat Boys,
Reuben Wilson,
Sugar Minott,
Eric B and Rakim,
Interpol,
Peter and Kerry,
Cecil Taylor,
Angry Samoans,
Crispian St. Peters,
Technova,
Radio Birdman,
Scan 7,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Remains,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Fugazi,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Skriet,
Peter & Gordon,
The Moleskins,
The Blackbyrds,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ohio Players,
The Count Five,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Terry Callier,
Animal Collective,
Hashim,
Harpers Bizarre,
Mantronix,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Barbara Tucker,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product.
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.