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 Fiji and from Paris.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Fifty Foot Hose to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Procol Harum. All the underground hits.
All Sixth Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Panda Bear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thee Headcoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amazonics,
Dead Boys,
The Evens,
Chrome,
Dennis Brown,
Tommy Roe,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Marine Girls,
Section 25,
Shoche,
Q and Not U,
The Zeros,
Sun Ra,
Jeru the Damaja,
Nico,
Moss Icon,
EPMD,
Whodini,
The Smiths,
A Flock of Seagulls,
a-ha,
Vainqueur,
The Fall,
Nik Kershaw,
Swans,
Kool Moe Dee,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Scratch Acid,
Blossom Toes,
Symarip,
The Buckinghams,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Todd Terry,
Nas,
Colin Newman,
The Toasters,
Chris Corsano,
Jeff Mills,
Donny Hathaway,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Loose Ends,
Ludus,
Metal Thangz,
Mary Jane Girls,
Y Pants,
Minor Threat,
Babytalk,
New Order,
Gichy Dan,
Accadde A,
Lungfish,
Procol Harum,
Animal Collective,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lower 48,
Todd Rundgren,
MC5,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Grass Roots,
The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs.
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.