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 Kenya and from Madrid.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 oboe 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 The Gories to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Ajijia Myrayebe. All the underground hits.
All Lalann tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Max Romeo 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxette record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harmonia,
Bob Dylan,
the Sonics,
Ultimate Spinach,
8 Eyed Spy,
Franke,
Ten City,
kango's stein massive,
The Fortunes,
The Remains,
Barclay James Harvest,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
K-Klass,
Steve Hackett,
The Dirtbombs,
Joensuu 1685,
Y Pants,
Joe Finger,
Radiohead,
The Slackers,
Technova,
Ronan,
Absolute Body Control,
Althea and Donna,
Talk Talk,
Duran Duran,
Blossom Toes,
Chris Corsano,
Flamin' Groovies,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Aaron Thompson,
a-ha,
Yusef Lateef,
Frankie Knuckles,
Roger Hodgson,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sister Nancy,
Trumans Water,
Scrapy,
Inner City,
Sixth Finger,
Gil Scott Heron,
Anthony Braxton,
Dennis Brown,
Chris & Cosey,
Sarah Menescal,
The Buckinghams,
Man Eating Sloth,
Byron Stingily,
The Music Machine,
Brass Construction,
Ice-T,
Main Source,
Porter Ricks,
Organ,
Pussy Galore,
Bronski Beat,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs.
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.