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 Chad and from Seoul.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Sarah Menescal to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Bizarre Inc.. All the underground hits.
All Barclay James Harvest tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sonics 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stereo Dub record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Josef K,
F. McDonald,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gang Gang Dance,
Albert Ayler,
Motorama,
The Victims,
Bang On A Can,
Donny Hathaway,
Young Marble Giants,
Newcleus,
the Germs,
Gang of Four,
Dawn Penn,
Excepter,
Piero Umiliani,
Sandy B,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Eddi Front,
Junior Murvin,
Agent Orange,
Accadde A,
Barbara Tucker,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
New Age Steppers,
The Sonics,
Magma,
Circle Jerks,
Janne Schatter,
John Coltrane,
Maurizio,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Golliwogs,
The Fire Engines,
T. Rex,
Severed Heads,
Tubeway Army,
Camouflage,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
John Lydon,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gang Green,
Scrapy,
David Bowie,
Roxy Music,
Pantaleimon,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ituana,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Kaleidoscope,
Girls At Our Best!,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Mr. Review,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Count Five,
Procol Harum,
Minutemen,
Ludus,
Heaven 17,
E-Dancer,
LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J.
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.