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 the UAE 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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 organ 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 Joey Negro to the crunk 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band. All the underground hits.
All Essential Logic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Grass Roots 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maurizio,
the Bar-Kays,
Silicon Teens,
Bang On A Can,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Wings,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bill Wells,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Angels of Light,
Erykah Badu,
the Human League,
Franke,
MDC,
B.T. Express,
Nas,
Connie Case,
Hardrive,
Sällskapet,
The Selecter,
Pet Shop Boys,
Swell Maps,
The Trojans,
Gil Scott Heron,
Mr. Review,
Organ,
A Certain Ratio,
Goldenarms,
Shoche,
Unwound,
Crooked Eye,
June Days,
Kevin Saunderson,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Mantronix,
Sugar Minott,
Depeche Mode,
The Electric Prunes,
Dennis Brown,
Derrick Morgan,
Duran Duran,
PIL,
Vladislav Delay,
Schoolly D,
Gang Starr,
The Slackers,
KRS-One,
The Names,
Roxy Music,
Cameo,
Maleditus Sound,
Ronnie Foster,
John Holt,
Infiniti,
Camouflage,
Stiv Bators,
The Fugs,
Graham Central Station,
Half Japanese,
Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars.
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.