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 Chile and from Hong Kong.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Lou Reed 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 Andrew Hill to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Detroit Cobras. All the underground hits.
All Arab on Radar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deakin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blues Magoos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum 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?
Man Eating Sloth,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Average White Band,
Ultra Naté,
Rakim,
Depeche Mode,
The Searchers,
Steve Hackett,
Mad Mike,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Desert Stars,
The Barracudas,
The Offenders,
Avey Tare,
Alphaville,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Terrestrial Tones,
Moebius,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Music Machine,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
David McCallum,
James White and The Blacks,
Sun Ra,
Iggy Pop,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Livin' Joy,
Derrick Morgan,
The Dirtbombs,
Nick Fraelich,
One Last Wish,
The New Christs,
Ultravox,
Royal Trux,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Kerri Chandler,
Electric Prunes,
Harry Pussy,
Amazonics,
Moss Icon,
David Axelrod,
ABBA,
Skaos,
Oneida,
Duran Duran,
Laurel Aitken,
Can,
Bad Manners,
Cameo,
Kas Product,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bronski Beat,
The Gun Club,
Mark Hollis,
Organ,
Johnny Clarke,
Barclay James Harvest,
Pagans,
EPMD,
The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed.
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.