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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Houston.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 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 ABC to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Ornette Coleman. All the underground hits.
All Ultravox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erykah Badu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ornette Coleman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bizarre Inc.,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Golliwogs,
the Human League,
Sonny Sharrock,
Minny Pops,
The J.B.'s,
Roger Hodgson,
Circle Jerks,
48th St. Collective,
CMW,
Soft Machine,
ABC,
Rakim,
Freddie Wadling,
Delta 5,
Slave,
Agent Orange,
Icehouse,
Sonic Youth,
Scott Walker,
Danielle Patucci,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bluetip,
Judy Mowatt,
Crash Course in Science,
Ohio Players,
Rhythm & Sound,
Stetsasonic,
Dead Boys,
Yazoo,
John Holt,
Bootsy Collins,
Brick,
Tim Buckley,
Panda Bear,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Inner City,
Rites of Spring,
Maleditus Sound,
The Seeds,
Arab on Radar,
Supertramp,
Siglo XX,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sun Ra,
Parry Music,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Scan 7,
Ossler,
Terry Callier,
Index,
Skaos,
Depeche Mode,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Television Personalities,
Stereo Dub,
Thompson Twins,
Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez.
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.