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 Indonesia and from Spokane.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Yellowson to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson. All the underground hits.
All Eli Mardock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The American Breed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oneida,
Crispy Ambulance,
Judy Mowatt,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Yusef Lateef,
Tom Boy,
Idris Muhammad,
Chrome,
Ice-T,
Ken Boothe,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Harry Pussy,
Curtis Mayfield,
Mo-Dettes,
LL Cool J,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Depeche Mode,
The Residents,
JFA,
The Velvet Underground,
The Standells,
F. McDonald,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Tremeloes,
Janne Schatter,
The Gun Club,
Ituana,
Bob Dylan,
Sixth Finger,
Television,
the Association,
Gang Starr,
Harpers Bizarre,
David Bowie,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The J.B.'s,
Josef K,
Arcadia,
Oblivians,
Subhumans,
Tears for Fears,
Skarface,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sight & Sound,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bill Wells,
Youth Brigade,
Monolake,
Susan Cadogan,
Danielle Patucci,
Jeff Lynne,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Hoover,
Robert Wyatt,
The Remains,
Sister Nancy,
Scientists,
Q and Not U,
The Busters,
The Music Machine,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ultravox,
Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case.
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.