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 Benin and from Milan.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 rhodes 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo to the crunk 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 Procol Harum. All the underground hits.
All Spoonie Gee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Godley & Creme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lyres,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Kerri Chandler,
Motorama,
Marine Girls,
Rod Modell,
The Flesh Eaters,
Yazoo,
David Bowie,
James White and The Blacks,
Index,
The Invisible,
The Red Krayola,
Ohio Players,
The Grass Roots,
La Düsseldorf,
Nation of Ulysses,
Erasure,
The Alarm Clocks,
John Coltrane,
Pussy Galore,
Lebanon Hanover,
Anakelly,
The Blues Magoos,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Jacob Miller,
Dead Boys,
Chris & Cosey,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sam Rivers,
DJ Sneak,
Panda Bear,
The Names,
Kevin Saunderson,
Tropical Tobacco,
Scott Walker,
Vainqueur,
The Young Rascals,
Nick Fraelich,
Aloha Tigers,
The Fall,
Janne Schatter,
T.S.O.L.,
New York Dolls,
Freddie Wadling,
Intrusion,
Crash Course in Science,
Dawn Penn,
Tom Boy,
Derrick Morgan,
Minutemen,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Angry Samoans,
Tres Demented,
Essential Logic,
The Real Kids,
Japan,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Marcia Griffiths,
Grey Daturas,
Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis.
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.