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 Turkey and from Mexico City.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 harpsichord 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 Janne Schatter to the grime 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 Organ. All the underground hits.
All X-101 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Germs 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet 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 güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Five Americans,
Lungfish,
Minor Threat,
Gang Starr,
The Victims,
Agitation Free,
Country Teasers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ice-T,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Audionom,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Alarm Clocks,
Iggy Pop,
The Sound,
Angry Samoans,
Rites of Spring,
The Gories,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
E-Dancer,
Sexual Harrassment,
Flash Fearless,
Charles Mingus,
The Standells,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Searchers,
Shoche,
The Last Poets,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Rufus Thomas,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Reuben Wilson,
Anakelly,
This Heat,
Echospace,
Excepter,
Blancmange,
T.S.O.L.,
Judy Mowatt,
the Soft Cell,
Delta 5,
Fluxion,
Boz Scaggs,
Eric Copeland,
Janne Schatter,
Funkadelic,
The Star Department,
The Buckinghams,
Mary Jane Girls,
Cal Tjader,
Howard Jones,
Organ,
John Cale,
Traffic Nightmare,
Masters at Work,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sonny Sharrock,
These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls.
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.