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 Mozambique and from Paris.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Faust to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Unrelated Segments. All the underground hits.
All Kayak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Eating Sloth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lafayette Afro Rock Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nils Olav,
Amon Düül II,
The Moody Blues,
Main Source,
Lucky Dragons,
World's Most,
Supertramp,
The Toasters,
Harry Pussy,
LL Cool J,
T.S.O.L.,
CMW,
Camberwell Now,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Gladiators,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Names,
10cc,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Buckinghams,
Joe Finger,
Circle Jerks,
The Zeros,
Sugar Minott,
Vladislav Delay,
Laurel Aitken,
Tommy Roe,
Barry Ungar,
The Doobie Brothers,
UT,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bobby Byrd,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Smiths,
The American Breed,
Kaleidoscope,
X-102,
Sun Ra,
F. McDonald,
The Cramps,
H. Thieme,
Goldenarms,
Swell Maps,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Saccharine Trust,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Deadbeat,
Bang On A Can,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Human League,
The Kinks,
David Axelrod,
Davy DMX,
Duran Duran,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Knickerbockers,
Jimmy McGriff,
Simply Red,
Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson.
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.