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 Spain and from Stockholm.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 harpsichord 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 The Buckinghams to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Tubeway Army. All the underground hits.
All Sexual Harrassment tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camberwell Now record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Kinks,
Liliput,
Barclay James Harvest,
Royal Trux,
John Lydon,
Fatback Band,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Duran Duran,
Eric Dolphy,
Skarface,
Goldenarms,
Audionom,
The Divine Comedy,
Barry Ungar,
Brass Construction,
Ossler,
Bobby Womack,
Jandek,
AZ,
Black Moon,
Harry Pussy,
cv313,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Slackers,
Suburban Knight,
Rhythm & Sound,
Maleditus Sound,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Vainqueur,
Letta Mbulu,
Flamin' Groovies,
Kerri Chandler,
Average White Band,
Tim Buckley,
Sugar Minott,
Zapp,
June Days,
Country Teasers,
The Monochrome Set,
Ken Boothe,
Smog,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Iggy Pop,
F. McDonald,
Stiv Bators,
David Axelrod,
Bang On A Can,
ABC,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The New Christs,
Niagra,
Dead Boys,
Black Sheep,
Kerrie Biddell,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Wire,
Malaria!,
Fad Gadget,
E-Dancer,
Marvin Gaye,
Pulsallama,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Outsiders,
Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin.
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.