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 Papua New Guinea and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Main Source to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Curtis Mayfield. All the underground hits.
All Model 500 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Osbourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Underground Resistance,
Fat Boys,
Todd Rundgren,
10cc,
The Red Krayola,
Flash Fearless,
The Zeros,
The Toasters,
Graham Central Station,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Seeds,
Sun City Girls,
The Dave Clark Five,
Clear Light,
Ralphi Rosario,
FM Einheit,
Outsiders,
The Smoke,
Drive Like Jehu,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Walker Brothers,
Sun Ra,
Aural Exciters,
The Raincoats,
Avey Tare,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
James Chance & The Contortions,
Idris Muhammad,
DNA,
Trumans Water,
Faust,
Sällskapet,
Ituana,
Mission of Burma,
Kaleidoscope,
Judy Mowatt,
The Five Americans,
Charles Mingus,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Neon Judgement,
OOIOO,
Jesper Dahlback,
Henry Cow,
Half Japanese,
Roger Hodgson,
Cluster,
Icehouse,
Aaron Thompson,
Pere Ubu,
Suburban Knight,
The Evens,
Fear,
The Mummies,
Drexciya,
Desert Stars,
Susan Cadogan,
Amon Düül,
Harpers Bizarre,
Symarip,
Lakeside,
The Saints,
Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux.
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.