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 New York.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Matthew Halsall to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Shoche. All the underground hits.
All Gang Starr tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Procol Harum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funky Four + One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick May,
Roger Hodgson,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Q65,
Symarip,
Technova,
The Smiths,
Michelle Simonal,
Nas,
Boredoms,
Hardrive,
Ralphi Rosario,
Von Mondo,
Qualms,
Dennis Brown,
Accadde A,
The Modern Lovers,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Offenders,
Spoonie Gee,
Matthew Halsall,
David Bowie,
Minutemen,
Eden Ahbez,
Banda Bassotti,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gabor Szabo,
La Düsseldorf,
Soulsonic Force,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Pretty Things,
Rites of Spring,
The Zeros,
Ultra Naté,
The Doobie Brothers,
Average White Band,
Eric B and Rakim,
Cameo,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Angels of Light,
Rapeman,
Wasted Youth,
The Slackers,
Jimmy McGriff,
Tropical Tobacco,
Altered Images,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Popol Vuh,
Youth Brigade,
Idris Muhammad,
Adolescents,
Motorama,
Pole,
X-Ray Spex,
Eli Mardock,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Al Stewart,
Soft Machine,
Bobby Sherman,
Sam Rivers,
Black Bananas,
Lightning Bolt,
Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks.
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.