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 Egypt and from Delhi.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 oboe 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All The Flesh Eaters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warsaw 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bad Manners record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agitation Free,
Fugazi,
Rufus Thomas,
Organ,
Television,
Toni Rubio,
Joe Finger,
48th St. Collective,
The Searchers,
ABC,
The Sonics,
Danielle Patucci,
Yellowson,
ABBA,
the Association,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Gap Band,
Donny Hathaway,
Sixth Finger,
Desert Stars,
The Grass Roots,
Rotary Connection,
Scratch Acid,
Yazoo,
Buzzcocks,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Von Mondo,
Public Enemy,
CMW,
Juan Atkins,
the Human League,
DJ Style,
Roxy Music,
the Slits,
Smog,
D'Angelo,
8 Eyed Spy,
David Axelrod,
Donald Byrd,
Kenny Larkin,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Idris Muhammad,
DNA,
Gerry Rafferty,
Alphaville,
Erasure,
Cal Tjader,
Sonny Sharrock,
Talk Talk,
Nils Olav,
The Pretty Things,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Funkadelic,
Black Pus,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Skatalites,
E-Dancer,
The Birthday Party,
Subhumans,
John Holt,
Main Source,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics.
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.