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 Slovenia and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Bauhaus to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Eli Mardock. All the underground hits.
All The Young Rascals tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every It's A Beautiful Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Young Marble Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul II Soul,
The Offenders,
Lucky Dragons,
Grauzone,
Spandau Ballet,
Wings,
The Mojo Men,
The Knickerbockers,
Dorothy Ashby,
Goldenarms,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Skriet,
Black Pus,
The Walker Brothers,
Bob Dylan,
Fluxion,
Donald Byrd,
Eric Copeland,
Bluetip,
The Monks,
The Wake,
The Busters,
The Misunderstood,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bill Near,
The Happenings,
The Index,
the Fania All-Stars,
Archie Shepp,
Sugar Minott,
Con Funk Shun,
The Remains,
Cecil Taylor,
Pere Ubu,
Lyres,
Sonic Youth,
Altered Images,
Technova,
Nas,
Gang Starr,
Suburban Knight,
Angry Samoans,
Harpers Bizarre,
Davy DMX,
AZ,
Quadrant,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Flesh Eaters,
Funkadelic,
Amon Düül,
Drexciya,
Marmalade,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Negative Approach,
Cluster,
Mandrill,
Lungfish,
The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band.
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.