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 Oman and from Hong Kong.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Brick. All the underground hits.
All The Slackers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer 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?
F. McDonald,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bizarre Inc.,
E-Dancer,
Junior Murvin,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Knickerbockers,
Oblivians,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bobby Womack,
Faraquet,
Sunsets and Hearts,
UT,
Moss Icon,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Dorothy Ashby,
Yaz,
June Days,
New Order,
Terry Callier,
Panda Bear,
Kenny Larkin,
T. Rex,
Donny Hathaway,
Steve Hackett,
Desert Stars,
Roxy Music,
Roger Hodgson,
Circle Jerks,
Country Teasers,
Pet Shop Boys,
Theoretical Girls,
Main Source,
Arthur Verocai,
Reagan Youth,
Electric Prunes,
A Certain Ratio,
Hasil Adkins,
Faust,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Barclay James Harvest,
Donald Byrd,
Aloha Tigers,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sun City Girls,
The Angels of Light,
Iggy Pop,
U.S. Maple,
Rakim,
Parry Music,
Mantronix,
Robert Hood,
The Smiths,
Ponytail,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Moody Blues,
Gang Green,
Reuben Wilson,
Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick.
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.