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 Bahamas 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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Mexico City.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 T. Rex to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Bootsy's Rubber Band. All the underground hits.
All Outsiders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thompson Twins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funky Four + One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mantronix,
The Smoke,
The Tremeloes,
The Young Rascals,
These Immortal Souls,
The Dave Clark Five,
Adolescents,
The Knickerbockers,
Alison Limerick,
Lungfish,
Stockholm Monsters,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Cowsills,
Saccharine Trust,
Thee Headcoats,
Mark Hollis,
Guru Guru,
Electric Prunes,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bizarre Inc.,
Siglo XX,
Cymande,
Tears for Fears,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Slick Rick,
Los Fastidios,
Funky Four + One,
The Trojans,
Mary Jane Girls,
Boredoms,
Michelle Simonal,
Harmonia,
Black Pus,
ABC,
Moss Icon,
Swans,
Warsaw,
Matthew Halsall,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Blackbyrds,
Albert Ayler,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Modern Lovers,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Excepter,
Bush Tetras,
Arab on Radar,
Zapp,
Desert Stars,
Pylon,
Symarip,
The Fire Engines,
Pantytec,
Lou Reed,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Mars,
Grey Daturas,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Camberwell Now,
Erykah Badu,
Fear,
The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang.
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.