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 Belgium and from Paris.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 rhodes 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft to the rap 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 The Cowsills. All the underground hits.
All Buzzcocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & Metallica 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tropical Tobacco record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Vogues,
The Associates,
Monolake,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Max Romeo,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Selecter,
Zero Boys,
the Bar-Kays,
Erasure,
Rosa Yemen,
Dual Sessions,
ABC,
Nas,
Archie Shepp,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Don Cherry,
L. Decosne,
Joey Negro,
DJ Style,
The Cowsills,
Cameo,
Ohio Players,
David Bowie,
Clear Light,
Black Flag,
David Axelrod,
Organ,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Real Kids,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Last Poets,
K-Klass,
Robert Wyatt,
Japan,
Nation of Ulysses,
Electric Prunes,
The Toasters,
Skriet,
Lindisfarne,
Lou Christie,
Siglo XX,
Bobby Sherman,
Wings,
Quadrant,
Scrapy,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
X-101,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Zapp,
Magazine,
B.T. Express,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Susan Cadogan,
EPMD,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Shadows of Knight,
Colin Newman,
The Dave Clark Five,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones.
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.