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 Costa Rica and from Delhi.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 synthesizer 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 Funky Four + One to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Quadrant. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy Collins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mo-Dettes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nik Kershaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magazine,
Rapeman,
John Coltrane,
Ten City,
Banda Bassotti,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gregory Isaacs,
Fela Kuti,
The Electric Prunes,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Brick,
Smog,
Reuben Wilson,
Connie Case,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Basic Channel,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Subhumans,
Kerrie Biddell,
Matthew Halsall,
Nik Kershaw,
Q and Not U,
Sparks,
Hot Snakes,
a-ha,
Eddi Front,
Barry Ungar,
R.M.O.,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sonic Youth,
Wally Richardson,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Adolescents,
The Sonics,
Jandek,
D'Angelo,
The Names,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lightning Bolt,
Chris Corsano,
The Cowsills,
Cheater Slicks,
Scion,
John Holt,
Flipper,
Mad Mike,
Bang On A Can,
Radio Birdman,
Bush Tetras,
Nico,
The Buckinghams,
Pulsallama,
Aloha Tigers,
Unrelated Segments,
The Alarm Clocks,
Joyce Sims,
Deakin,
The Doors,
Sun Ra,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick.
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.