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 United Kingdom and from Shanghai.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Pretty Things to the dance 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 Jawbox. All the underground hits.
All Shuggie Otis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Al Stewart 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deadbeat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Moon,
Public Enemy,
The Happenings,
Aaron Thompson,
The Smiths,
DJ Style,
the Association,
Lou Christie,
cv313,
Half Japanese,
Minnie Riperton,
Pulsallama,
The Gap Band,
Blancmange,
The Stooges,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Circle Jerks,
Icehouse,
The Birthday Party,
Rufus Thomas,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Janne Schatter,
Con Funk Shun,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Seeds,
Gang Starr,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Whodini,
John Holt,
Trumans Water,
Sonic Youth,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Rhythm & Sound,
Joensuu 1685,
Pierre Henry,
Robert Wyatt,
Scientists,
Loose Ends,
Eddi Front,
The Doors,
Eric Copeland,
Oblivians,
Blossom Toes,
The Invisible,
Max Romeo,
L. Decosne,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lyres,
Soul II Soul,
Lindisfarne,
Reagan Youth,
Sixth Finger,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Tomorrow,
Robert Görl,
Silicon Teens,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Red Krayola,
Hoover,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band.
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.