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 Fiji and from Bremen.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 clarinet 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 Rosa Yemen to the punk 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 Yellowson. All the underground hits.
All Jacob Miller tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magazine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Young Rascals record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MDC,
John Holt,
Can,
the Human League,
The Gap Band,
Saccharine Trust,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bill Wells,
Yaz,
Arcadia,
Popol Vuh,
The Electric Prunes,
Rotary Connection,
The Cowsills,
The Searchers,
The Fugs,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Sound,
The Cure,
Visage,
Danielle Patucci,
Infiniti,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Rufus Thomas,
Funky Four + One,
Radio Birdman,
The Smiths,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Beau Brummels,
Graham Central Station,
Thee Headcoats,
Minnie Riperton,
Television Personalities,
The Doors,
Scientists,
Black Pus,
Dual Sessions,
Piero Umiliani,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Maurizio,
Magma,
Barclay James Harvest,
Oblivians,
The Mummies,
Carl Craig,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Eve St. Jones,
Faust,
Khruangbin,
Scan 7,
Fela Kuti,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Real Kids,
Sparks,
John Lydon,
Deakin,
The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood.
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.