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 Ukraine and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the sitar 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 Yaz to the rock 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 Moleskins. All the underground hits.
All Groovy Waters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q and Not U record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aloha Tigers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Carl Craig,
Ice-T,
Infiniti,
James White and The Blacks,
Tres Demented,
Isaac Hayes,
Skarface,
The Dirtbombs,
Easy Going,
Rufus Thomas,
Bobby Byrd,
Second Layer,
Rekid,
The Fall,
The Dave Clark Five,
Rosa Yemen,
Donny Hathaway,
Sight & Sound,
Sun Ra,
Stereo Dub,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Johnny Clarke,
Godley & Creme,
Unwound,
Shoche,
The Red Krayola,
Mary Jane Girls,
Soft Machine,
Slick Rick,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The American Breed,
Throbbing Gristle,
PIL,
Kurtis Blow,
T. Rex,
Gang Starr,
Jeru the Damaja,
Kaleidoscope,
Tubeway Army,
Joe Finger,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Detroit Cobras,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Monks,
Hasil Adkins,
Gerry Rafferty,
Eric Copeland,
The Victims,
MDC,
Joensuu 1685,
Porter Ricks,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Pylon,
Gabor Szabo,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Josef K,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Magazine,
Peter & Gordon,
Warren Ellis,
Fugazi,
Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product.
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.