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 Guinea-Bissau and from Beijing.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 güiro 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 The Blackbyrds to the grunge 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 Lee Hazlewood. All the underground hits.
All JFA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Offenders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Larry & the Blue Notes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deadbeat,
The Angels of Light,
The Shadows of Knight,
La Düsseldorf,
Lyres,
The Zeros,
These Immortal Souls,
CMW,
Warren Ellis,
Ludus,
A Certain Ratio,
Eden Ahbez,
Circle Jerks,
The Sound,
Bill Near,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Banda Bassotti,
Minnie Riperton,
Matthew Halsall,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Tremeloes,
Iggy Pop,
KRS-One,
Aswad,
Audionom,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Glambeats Corp.,
DJ Sneak,
Quadrant,
Oblivians,
Boredoms,
The Beau Brummels,
Blake Baxter,
Stetsasonic,
Fat Boys,
Minutemen,
Skaos,
The Barracudas,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Music Machine,
Josef K,
Funky Four + One,
Andrew Hill,
Pantytec,
Cybotron,
Aloha Tigers,
Inner City,
Fela Kuti,
UT,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Fuzztones,
Pagans,
New Order,
Derrick Morgan,
Soul II Soul,
Hot Snakes,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
T. Rex,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Faraquet,
The Fall,
Althea and Donna,
Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama.
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.