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 Finland and from Glasgow.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 organ 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 The Slackers to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 F. McDonald. All the underground hits.
All Harmonia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barbara Tucker 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Y Pants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New York Dolls,
X-102,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Soulsonic Force,
Technova,
Fugazi,
Chris & Cosey,
The Monochrome Set,
The Beau Brummels,
Flipper,
Franke,
Agitation Free,
Icehouse,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Panda Bear,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Pharoah Sanders,
Roger Hodgson,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Selecter,
Cheater Slicks,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ronan,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Velvet Underground,
ABBA,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Offenders,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Arthur Verocai,
Gang Starr,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Angry Samoans,
Ken Boothe,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Iggy Pop,
Donald Byrd,
The Trojans,
Kerrie Biddell,
ABC,
Suburban Knight,
David McCallum,
B.T. Express,
Todd Terry,
The Blues Magoos,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Funky Four + One,
Television,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Swell Maps,
Kerri Chandler,
Youth Brigade,
Sam Rivers,
Cal Tjader,
Danielle Patucci,
Connie Case,
The Mojo Men,
Blossom Toes,
Sex Pistols,
Sonic Youth,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Terry Callier,
Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket.
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.