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 Costa Rica and from Tehran.
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 Shanghai and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Silicon Teens 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 Arthur Verocai. All the underground hits.
All The J.B.'s tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brass Construction record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Bar-Kays record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fad Gadget,
Mandrill,
Yaz,
Cymande,
Motorama,
Marcia Griffiths,
Quadrant,
Alison Limerick,
Spoonie Gee,
New York Dolls,
Charles Mingus,
The Motions,
OOIOO,
Hoover,
Amon Düül,
The Fall,
The Cowsills,
The Fugs,
Lightning Bolt,
Index,
Sight & Sound,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Techniques,
Jeff Mills,
Peter and Kerry,
Bobby Sherman,
The Divine Comedy,
The Monochrome Set,
Roy Ayers,
The Gladiators,
Fela Kuti,
Cal Tjader,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Camouflage,
The Cure,
The J.B.'s,
Henry Cow,
Frankie Knuckles,
Popol Vuh,
The Dead C,
The Names,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Eric Dolphy,
The Zeros,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Blackbyrds,
Moss Icon,
Loose Ends,
The Fuzztones,
Donny Hathaway,
The Velvet Underground,
JFA,
The New Christs,
Funky Four + One,
Erasure,
Dorothy Ashby,
Kayak,
Drive Like Jehu,
Japan,
the Fania All-Stars,
Dave Gahan,
Moebius,
Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day.
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.