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 Andorra and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Fuzztones to the rap 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 Rapeman. All the underground hits.
All Cymande tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Schoolly D record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dead Boys,
Ice-T,
Grey Daturas,
Wally Richardson,
The Saints,
The Beau Brummels,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Morten Harket,
Pantaleimon,
The Monks,
The Searchers,
Royal Trux,
Visage,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Zapp,
Nation of Ulysses,
Minny Pops,
Darondo,
Ultravox,
Be Bop Deluxe,
June of 44,
Yusef Lateef,
Underground Resistance,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Crooked Eye,
Hoover,
The Sonics,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Magma,
The Gun Club,
The Misunderstood,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Soul Sonic Force,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Maleditus Sound,
ABC,
Robert Hood,
the Sonics,
Lee Hazlewood,
Audionom,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sparks,
Japan,
Shuggie Otis,
The Standells,
Sun Ra,
Rotary Connection,
Yellowson,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Grass Roots,
The Victims,
F. McDonald,
Nico,
Fatback Band,
Liliput,
The Doors,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sonny Sharrock,
Skarface, Skarface, Skarface, Skarface.
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.