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 Palau and from Stockholm.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Milan.
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 harpsichord 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 Soul II Soul to the electroclash 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 Flash Fearless. All the underground hits.
All Japan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scientists record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wolf Eyes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Invisible,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Residents,
Qualms,
Easy Going,
Amon Düül II,
Idris Muhammad,
Donny Hathaway,
Lungfish,
Gregory Isaacs,
the Slits,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
X-Ray Spex,
MC5,
Harmonia,
Max Romeo,
DJ Sneak,
The Standells,
Black Pus,
The Happenings,
Wasted Youth,
Amazonics,
Soul II Soul,
Intrusion,
Juan Atkins,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bush Tetras,
The Wake,
Index,
Scientists,
JFA,
Marvin Gaye,
Eddi Front,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Kerri Chandler,
Shoche,
X-101,
Aural Exciters,
Anakelly,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Fire Engines,
Infiniti,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Tommy Roe,
The Associates,
Country Teasers,
Funky Four + One,
Ice-T,
The Velvet Underground,
Mr. Review,
Joey Negro,
Letta Mbulu,
Graham Central Station,
Electric Prunes,
8 Eyed Spy,
Au Pairs,
Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms.
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.