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 Kuwait and from Stockholm.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Charles Mingus to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 JFA. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Hill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Age Steppers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Patti Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Andrew Hill,
The Motions,
John Cale,
The Victims,
UT,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Idris Muhammad,
Susan Cadogan,
Pantytec,
The Durutti Column,
The Neon Judgement,
The New Christs,
Sex Pistols,
10cc,
Camouflage,
The Remains,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Whodini,
David McCallum,
The Stooges,
Crispy Ambulance,
Black Flag,
Joey Negro,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Basic Channel,
Eric Dolphy,
Arab on Radar,
Thompson Twins,
Hashim,
Scion,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Todd Terry,
New Age Steppers,
Pussy Galore,
Moss Icon,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sarah Menescal,
Scientists,
Youth Brigade,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Real Kids,
Charles Mingus,
Todd Rundgren,
Maurizio,
Essential Logic,
The Music Machine,
48th St. Collective,
The Slits,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Detroit Cobras,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lebanon Hanover,
Half Japanese,
Funky Four + One,
The Cowsills,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Judy Mowatt,
The Fugs,
Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell.
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.