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 Serbia and from Mexico City.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 theremin 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 Inner City 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 Leonard Cohen. All the underground hits.
All Marc Almond tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smiths 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Junior Murvin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cluster,
Pantytec,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Zeros,
Malaria!,
B.T. Express,
New Age Steppers,
Kas Product,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Skatalites,
Toni Rubio,
Grauzone,
Flamin' Groovies,
Fluxion,
Q and Not U,
Tears for Fears,
John Holt,
The Names,
Wasted Youth,
Tom Boy,
Harpers Bizarre,
Yusef Lateef,
Robert Hood,
Joe Finger,
Cymande,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Wings,
Flash Fearless,
48th St. Collective,
Cal Tjader,
The Pretty Things,
Mantronix,
Basic Channel,
Jerry's Kids,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Suburban Knight,
The Evens,
Sarah Menescal,
The Invisible,
The Stooges,
The Divine Comedy,
Tim Buckley,
Icehouse,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Real Kids,
Henry Cow,
Lungfish,
Das Ding,
Panda Bear,
Howard Jones,
Warsaw,
Funkadelic,
UT,
Bizarre Inc.,
Marcia Griffiths,
Todd Terry,
Quantec,
Ituana,
The Dirtbombs,
Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads.
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.