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 Iran and from Milan.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Slackers to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Curtis Mayfield. All the underground hits.
All Man Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masters at Work record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skaos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Unwound,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Angry Samoans,
China Crisis,
The Names,
Hot Snakes,
The Sound,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Evens,
Bobby Sherman,
Carl Craig,
Black Sheep,
Leonard Cohen,
Pussy Galore,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sexual Harrassment,
Piero Umiliani,
Faust,
Johnny Clarke,
Tres Demented,
Rakim,
Clear Light,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Tremeloes,
Aural Exciters,
Jimmy McGriff,
Crime,
Pylon,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Slackers,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Outsiders,
Patti Smith,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Tomorrow,
Interpol,
Amazonics,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Fall,
New Age Steppers,
Radiohead,
Scientists,
The Seeds,
H. Thieme,
New York Dolls,
Lou Reed,
Underground Resistance,
Harry Pussy,
The Happenings,
Boz Scaggs,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Drexciya,
The Residents,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Nils Olav,
Crash Course in Science,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Fatback Band,
The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues.
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.