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 Samoa and from Lyon.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Lou Reed 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 Jimmy McGriff to the crunk 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 Harmonia. All the underground hits.
All The Royal Family And The Poor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Organ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blake Baxter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sonics,
The Red Krayola,
B.T. Express,
Pharoah Sanders,
Au Pairs,
The Neon Judgement,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Graham Central Station,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Motions,
Sun Ra,
Lucky Dragons,
Pantaleimon,
The Cure,
Quantec,
Michelle Simonal,
Nation of Ulysses,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Severed Heads,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
F. McDonald,
The Move,
Nas,
Josef K,
Nick Fraelich,
the Slits,
E-Dancer,
Ultra Naté,
Wings,
Gang Starr,
Quando Quango,
The Walker Brothers,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bobby Womack,
Marshall Jefferson,
Byron Stingily,
The Angels of Light,
Bronski Beat,
Altered Images,
EPMD,
Max Romeo,
CMW,
Flash Fearless,
Metal Thangz,
Soft Cell,
Terrestrial Tones,
Glenn Branca,
Trumans Water,
Yusef Lateef,
Soulsonic Force,
Zapp,
Ossler,
Kerri Chandler,
Monks,
Newcleus,
The Detroit Cobras,
Nico,
David McCallum,
Whodini,
Desert Stars,
The Kinks,
Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren.
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.