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 Brunei and from Houston.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 snare 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 The Mighty Diamonds to the jazz 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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy Collins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funky Four + One 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jimmy McGriff record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Khruangbin,
Man Eating Sloth,
John Lydon,
DJ Style,
Cybotron,
The Fire Engines,
X-102,
Crooked Eye,
Robert Wyatt,
Bill Near,
The J.B.'s,
FM Einheit,
Minnie Riperton,
Icehouse,
Accadde A,
The Monochrome Set,
The Detroit Cobras,
Chrome,
Boogie Down Productions,
Tropical Tobacco,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Gap Band,
Dead Boys,
R.M.O.,
Drexciya,
Lakeside,
Arcadia,
John Holt,
Main Source,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Durutti Column,
Simply Red,
Girls At Our Best!,
Little Man,
Flamin' Groovies,
Tim Buckley,
Delta 5,
Fatback Band,
Youth Brigade,
Ituana,
Eve St. Jones,
Ossler,
The Grass Roots,
Donald Byrd,
Albert Ayler,
AZ,
Anthony Braxton,
Pole,
Sun City Girls,
Monolake,
Au Pairs,
Ultimate Spinach,
Quando Quango,
Visage,
The Human League,
Metal Thangz,
Todd Terry,
Zapp,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Curtis Mayfield,
Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review.
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.