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 Bangladesh and from Manchester.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Dawn Penn to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Skaos. All the underground hits.
All Jerry Gold Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerrie Biddell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pop Group record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magazine,
The Angels of Light,
Brick,
Yusef Lateef,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Moleskins,
The Zeros,
Traffic Nightmare,
Tim Buckley,
Avey Tare,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Eric Dolphy,
The Blackbyrds,
kango's stein massive,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Sonics,
The Flesh Eaters,
Whodini,
Fela Kuti,
the Normal,
The Cramps,
Scion,
The Knickerbockers,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
DNA,
Isaac Hayes,
Sandy B,
Connie Case,
Rekid,
John Cale,
the Association,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Hot Snakes,
Crispy Ambulance,
Nas,
Half Japanese,
Swans,
H. Thieme,
The Black Dice,
Tears for Fears,
Derrick Morgan,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Real Kids,
Boogie Down Productions,
Roxette,
Kayak,
E-Dancer,
Pulsallama,
Ultimate Spinach,
Flash Fearless,
Nick Fraelich,
The Trojans,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Surgeon,
The Smiths,
Pussy Galore,
Mission of Burma,
Smog, Smog, Smog, Smog.
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.