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 United Kingdom and from Taipei.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 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 Arthur Verocai to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sound Behaviour. All the underground hits.
All CMW tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blues Magoos 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Christie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Essential Logic,
Derrick Morgan,
Johnny Osbourne,
Marcia Griffiths,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Duran Duran,
Matthew Halsall,
Rakim,
Ultravox,
Wire,
E-Dancer,
Darondo,
U.S. Maple,
Bush Tetras,
Crash Course in Science,
Sparks,
The Dirtbombs,
Roger Hodgson,
Von Mondo,
Skarface,
Dawn Penn,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Minutemen,
Eurythmics,
Frankie Knuckles,
Patti Smith,
Q and Not U,
The Tremeloes,
Amazonics,
Marine Girls,
The Durutti Column,
Andrew Hill,
Flamin' Groovies,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Half Japanese,
The Sonics,
Buzzcocks,
Joe Smooth,
Laurel Aitken,
The Fortunes,
Alton Ellis,
Rufus Thomas,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gil Scott Heron,
Model 500,
The Pretty Things,
Colin Newman,
Scott Walker,
The Misunderstood,
Infiniti,
The Real Kids,
Rites of Spring,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Nas,
Symarip,
Hot Snakes,
Accadde A,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bad Manners,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sonic Youth,
The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five.
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.