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 Peru and from Accra.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 JFA to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 LL Cool J. All the underground hits.
All The Residents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bizarre Inc. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mummies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spoonie Gee,
The Sound,
The Shadows of Knight,
Roxy Music,
KRS-One,
Henry Cow,
Nick Fraelich,
The Fire Engines,
June of 44,
Ohio Players,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Minnie Riperton,
One Last Wish,
Bootsy Collins,
Matthew Halsall,
Hardrive,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Kerri Chandler,
Parry Music,
Rod Modell,
Make Up,
Terrestrial Tones,
Dave Gahan,
Gichy Dan,
The Electric Prunes,
The Litter,
Minny Pops,
the Soft Cell,
JFA,
David McCallum,
The Mojo Men,
David Axelrod,
John Foxx,
Susan Cadogan,
EPMD,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gil Scott Heron,
Max Romeo,
Accadde A,
Ten City,
Moby Grape,
Smog,
Q and Not U,
The Star Department,
Black Flag,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Negative Approach,
Gabor Szabo,
The Martian,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Malaria!,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ronnie Foster,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
kango's stein massive,
Nas,
Con Funk Shun,
Rakim,
Chris Corsano,
Popol Vuh,
Deakin,
Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca.
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.