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 Dominican Republic 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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 organ 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 Y Pants to the rap 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 Skriet. All the underground hits.
All Eli Mardock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Bourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June Days record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Young Marble Giants,
Nation of Ulysses,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The American Breed,
Black Moon,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Grandmaster Flash,
Saccharine Trust,
Thompson Twins,
Glambeats Corp.,
Boredoms,
Ituana,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Terrestrial Tones,
Kayak,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Last Poets,
The Standells,
Kool Moe Dee,
Reagan Youth,
Subhumans,
Niagra,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Mars,
Erykah Badu,
The Monks,
Robert Wyatt,
The Blues Magoos,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sugar Minott,
Q and Not U,
Minutemen,
Mr. Review,
Barbara Tucker,
Skaos,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Malaria!,
Pere Ubu,
Crooked Eye,
Ronan,
Amon Düül II,
Ultimate Spinach,
Mark Hollis,
Radio Birdman,
Main Source,
The Fall,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ice-T,
Interpol,
Gil Scott Heron,
Alice Coltrane,
Brand Nubian,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Arthur Verocai,
Suicide,
The Happenings,
Nick Fraelich,
Fad Gadget,
The Smiths,
Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson.
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.