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 Liechtenstein and from Mumbai.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Be Bop Deluxe to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Reagan Youth. All the underground hits.
All The Men They Couldn't Hang tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a R.M.O. 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?
Lakeside,
Rapeman,
The Kinks,
June of 44,
Aswad,
Thee Headcoats,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sister Nancy,
Skarface,
Danielle Patucci,
Lindisfarne,
Tears for Fears,
Mr. Review,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Banda Bassotti,
the Slits,
The Gap Band,
New Age Steppers,
Bill Near,
Sixth Finger,
Sex Pistols,
Harmonia,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Blossom Toes,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ornette Coleman,
Roxette,
Kerrie Biddell,
Guru Guru,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sugar Minott,
Television Personalities,
Lalo Schifrin,
Porter Ricks,
The Young Rascals,
Derrick May,
Excepter,
Whodini,
Bluetip,
Flamin' Groovies,
Zero Boys,
Eric Dolphy,
Smog,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Trumans Water,
The Associates,
Mad Mike,
Sight & Sound,
Warsaw,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Nas,
Quantec,
Josef K,
Stiv Bators,
Eden Ahbez,
Y Pants,
Faust,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Hashim,
Section 25,
Masters at Work,
Alphaville,
Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül.
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.