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 Gabon and from Copenhagen.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Index to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine. All the underground hits.
All New Age Steppers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fugs 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Searchers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Gang Dance,
Stetsasonic,
Moebius,
Lightning Bolt,
Jacques Brel,
Tim Buckley,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Quantec,
The Cramps,
Hashim,
Toni Rubio,
Clear Light,
Boredoms,
The Last Poets,
Sound Behaviour,
Piero Umiliani,
The Associates,
Fear,
Intrusion,
R.M.O.,
Au Pairs,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Fluxion,
Sex Pistols,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Toasters,
Tubeway Army,
Glambeats Corp.,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Motorama,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sarah Menescal,
Ponytail,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Jimmy McGriff,
Metal Thangz,
Y Pants,
Sight & Sound,
Gregory Isaacs,
D'Angelo,
Deakin,
Panda Bear,
Sixth Finger,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Standells,
Maleditus Sound,
David McCallum,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Zero Boys,
The Dirtbombs,
Alice Coltrane,
Crime,
Barry Ungar,
Ultravox,
Black Sheep,
Electric Prunes,
Erasure, Erasure, Erasure, Erasure.
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.