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 Tanzania and from Houston.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 linndrum 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 Janne Schatter to the funk 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 The New Christs. All the underground hits.
All Dead Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eurythmics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arthur Verocai,
Flamin' Groovies,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Aloha Tigers,
Bauhaus,
Hardrive,
Byron Stingily,
Lou Reed,
Arcadia,
Unwound,
Tropical Tobacco,
Pet Shop Boys,
Unrelated Segments,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Banda Bassotti,
Darondo,
Joe Smooth,
The Vogues,
cv313,
Depeche Mode,
Robert Wyatt,
Amazonics,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gerry Rafferty,
Popol Vuh,
the Sonics,
Ultravox,
China Crisis,
Zapp,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Y Pants,
Ultra Naté,
Eddi Front,
The Gladiators,
Sly & The Family Stone,
K-Klass,
Prince Buster,
Alphaville,
Max Romeo,
Lyres,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
These Immortal Souls,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Mantronix,
The Beau Brummels,
Kenny Larkin,
June of 44,
Josef K,
Gang of Four,
Brass Construction,
Lower 48,
Jacob Miller,
Section 25,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Mission of Burma,
Gregory Isaacs,
Tim Buckley,
Newcleus,
Au Pairs,
New Order,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane.
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.