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 France and from Mumbai.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Johnny Clarke to the rap 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 MC5. All the underground hits.
All Pussy Galore tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dual Sessions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispy Ambulance,
Brass Construction,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Robert Görl,
New York Dolls,
Cluster,
Minnie Riperton,
John Coltrane,
Traffic Nightmare,
LL Cool J,
Bobby Byrd,
Eve St. Jones,
John Holt,
Patti Smith,
Black Bananas,
Bobby Sherman,
Bobby Womack,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Von Mondo,
Babytalk,
L. Decosne,
The Saints,
Symarip,
The Seeds,
Reuben Wilson,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Technova,
Mary Jane Girls,
China Crisis,
Johnny Clarke,
Parry Music,
Oblivians,
Chris Corsano,
Idris Muhammad,
Rapeman,
Thee Headcoats,
Black Sheep,
Albert Ayler,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Man Eating Sloth,
Blake Baxter,
Supertramp,
Mission of Burma,
Derrick Morgan,
Quando Quango,
Crime,
Minor Threat,
Radiopuhelimet,
Drive Like Jehu,
Eric Copeland,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Smoke,
The Kinks,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Pulsallama,
Desert Stars,
Nico,
Peter and Kerry,
Delta 5,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Alarm Clocks,
Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee.
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.