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 San Marino and from Madrid.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 John Cale to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Babytalk. All the underground hits.
All The Dave Clark Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pylon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe 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?
The Alarm Clocks,
Flash Fearless,
Public Enemy,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Vogues,
Barclay James Harvest,
Brick,
Nirvana,
Electric Prunes,
Gang Gang Dance,
Television Personalities,
Terrestrial Tones,
Suburban Knight,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Leaves,
Gang of Four,
Sarah Menescal,
Shuggie Otis,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Kerri Chandler,
The Happenings,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sonny Sharrock,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Nation of Ulysses,
Monks,
Max Romeo,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Aswad,
Deadbeat,
Vladislav Delay,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Invisible,
Anthony Braxton,
Bobby Byrd,
James White and The Blacks,
Lyres,
Jerry's Kids,
Charles Mingus,
Grandmaster Flash,
Malaria!,
Matthew Halsall,
The Count Five,
JFA,
The Buckinghams,
The Move,
Thee Headcoats,
Maurizio,
Inner City,
Fugazi,
The Last Poets,
Jandek,
Dead Boys,
The Angels of Light,
The Doors,
Quando Quango,
Steve Hackett,
Albert Ayler,
Lucky Dragons,
The Divine Comedy,
Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe.
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.