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 Tajikistan and from London.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Birthday Party to the rock 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 John Foxx. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Inner City 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 mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gap Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quadrant,
Fear,
Eric B and Rakim,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lindisfarne,
Rites of Spring,
Marmalade,
Skarface,
Joyce Sims,
The Angels of Light,
Pierre Henry,
Ossler,
Funkadelic,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Flash Fearless,
Aural Exciters,
Altered Images,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Charles Mingus,
Howard Jones,
Davy DMX,
Barbara Tucker,
Derrick Morgan,
Porter Ricks,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Golliwogs,
Faraquet,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Das Ding,
Harmonia,
Bad Manners,
Dual Sessions,
Inner City,
Moss Icon,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Yaz,
Delon & Dalcan,
Dennis Brown,
Skaos,
Nirvana,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Interpol,
Terry Callier,
The Fuzztones,
Blake Baxter,
Infiniti,
Ken Boothe,
Kevin Saunderson,
the Germs,
Young Marble Giants,
Bang On A Can,
The Music Machine,
Ice-T,
Fat Boys,
Mo-Dettes,
Gabor Szabo,
Amon Düül II,
Groovy Waters,
Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp.
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.