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 Belarus and from Milan.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Bush Tetras to the rock 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 Fear. All the underground hits.
All Frankie Knuckles tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every D'Angelo 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Black Dice record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Mojo Men,
Johnny Osbourne,
Quantec,
Franke,
Pole,
The Fugs,
Agitation Free,
Isaac Hayes,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Spoonie Gee,
Public Enemy,
Swans,
Sound Behaviour,
Faust,
Section 25,
New Order,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Glenn Branca,
Harry Pussy,
Dark Day,
the Bar-Kays,
The Birthday Party,
Hardrive,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Raincoats,
the Fania All-Stars,
David Bowie,
Crooked Eye,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Residents,
Kurtis Blow,
Mandrill,
Ralphi Rosario,
Thee Headcoats,
The Saints,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Funkadelic,
The Wake,
the Soft Cell,
Crispian St. Peters,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Fear,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Nick Fraelich,
Cluster,
DNA,
Avey Tare,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bobby Byrd,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Neu!,
The Red Krayola,
Fatback Band,
Lee Hazlewood,
Dawn Penn,
The Cowsills,
The Music Machine,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes.
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.