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 Tunisia 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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Tokyo.
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 808 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 LL Cool J to the crunk 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 Reagan Youth. All the underground hits.
All Eyeless In Gaza tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Walker Brothers 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Holt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Happenings,
Dawn Penn,
Kerrie Biddell,
Erykah Badu,
Khruangbin,
Make Up,
Robert Wyatt,
Porter Ricks,
Heaven 17,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Pole,
The Vogues,
The Index,
ABC,
Rhythm & Sound,
Wally Richardson,
MDC,
Duran Duran,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lindisfarne,
D'Angelo,
ABBA,
PIL,
The Moody Blues,
The Cure,
Bush Tetras,
Livin' Joy,
Blancmange,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Thee Headcoats,
The Gladiators,
Dave Gahan,
The United States of America,
Quando Quango,
Traffic Nightmare,
Freddie Wadling,
The Neon Judgement,
Pagans,
Sight & Sound,
The Wake,
The Toasters,
Brick,
The Cowsills,
Rod Modell,
Bizarre Inc.,
Trumans Water,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Donald Byrd,
Lyres,
Pantytec,
Janne Schatter,
Unrelated Segments,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Byron Stingily,
Carl Craig,
Gong,
Roger Hodgson,
The Golliwogs,
Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring.
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.