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 Lebanon and from Madrid.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Idris Muhammad to the techno 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 Ronnie Foster. All the underground hits.
All The Fuzztones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swell Maps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Normal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Flesh Eaters,
Electric Prunes,
The Remains,
The Vogues,
Fat Boys,
The Barracudas,
Michelle Simonal,
Stockholm Monsters,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Max Romeo,
Minnie Riperton,
Boredoms,
X-Ray Spex,
Bizarre Inc.,
David Axelrod,
Von Mondo,
Smog,
Bobby Womack,
Don Cherry,
OOIOO,
Funky Four + One,
Khruangbin,
Sarah Menescal,
The Toasters,
Audionom,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Leaves,
Graham Central Station,
Scrapy,
Soul Sonic Force,
Steve Hackett,
Joey Negro,
Hot Snakes,
Ken Boothe,
Al Stewart,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Litter,
Throbbing Gristle,
Man Eating Sloth,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Wally Richardson,
Tres Demented,
Man Parrish,
The Selecter,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
the Sonics,
Marvin Gaye,
The Evens,
Liliput,
Yazoo,
Y Pants,
The Golliwogs,
Gichy Dan,
Albert Ayler,
Dennis Brown,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Zapp,
Gong,
Fatback Band,
UT,
Niagra,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Tremeloes,
Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour.
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.