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 Uruguay and from Sao Paulo.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 snare 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 The Detroit Cobras to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Vainqueur. All the underground hits.
All Pagans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flamin' Groovies 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Kinks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Japan,
The Monochrome Set,
Charles Mingus,
Gregory Isaacs,
Peter & Gordon,
Yellowson,
Flipper,
Ohio Players,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Pretty Things,
Alice Coltrane,
Schoolly D,
The American Breed,
Brothers Johnson,
The Stooges,
John Cale,
Television,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
New Age Steppers,
Aloha Tigers,
Cymande,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Iggy Pop,
Radiohead,
Rapeman,
Public Image Ltd.,
T.S.O.L.,
Godley & Creme,
48th St. Collective,
Royal Trux,
La Düsseldorf,
The Seeds,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bizarre Inc.,
K-Klass,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sun City Girls,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Can,
Youth Brigade,
Ronnie Foster,
Kayak,
the Association,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Anakelly,
Funkadelic,
Lungfish,
Laurel Aitken,
Gil Scott Heron,
Aural Exciters,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Real Kids,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Victims,
Sun Ra,
PIL,
Q65,
Gang of Four,
Tim Buckley,
Roy Ayers,
The Angels of Light,
Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic.
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.