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 Kiribati and from Calgary.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Tokyo.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the snare 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 Neu! to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All Robert Görl tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boz Scaggs 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Excepter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Judy Mowatt,
Shoche,
Wasted Youth,
Bauhaus,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Drexciya,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Mission of Burma,
Bang On A Can,
Essential Logic,
Moby Grape,
Newcleus,
Flipper,
La Düsseldorf,
The Pretty Things,
Organ,
Warren Ellis,
Slick Rick,
Q and Not U,
MDC,
The Gap Band,
Jeru the Damaja,
Pantaleimon,
The New Christs,
The Fire Engines,
Monks,
Unwound,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
X-101,
Wire,
Soft Machine,
Symarip,
Bobby Byrd,
The Last Poets,
Nas,
Hashim,
Funkadelic,
Eric Dolphy,
Swans,
Alison Limerick,
Mad Mike,
Grandmaster Flash,
Amon Düül II,
The Leaves,
Cecil Taylor,
Eric Copeland,
New Age Steppers,
The Moleskins,
Sound Behaviour,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
LL Cool J,
Con Funk Shun,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Wake,
Mo-Dettes,
Agent Orange,
Jawbox,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Popol Vuh,
The Fortunes,
Easy Going,
Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach.
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.