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 Egypt and from Hong Kong.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Michael McDonald 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 Chocolate Watch Band to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Procol Harum. All the underground hits.
All Curtis Mayfield tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sonics 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Young Marble Giants,
Black Bananas,
Moby Grape,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
John Coltrane,
Amon Düül,
Nik Kershaw,
Monolake,
Eric B and Rakim,
Judy Mowatt,
Minor Threat,
The Red Krayola,
Symarip,
OOIOO,
Livin' Joy,
Echospace,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Yellowson,
Arab on Radar,
Minutemen,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sun Ra,
Johnny Clarke,
New Order,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
MDC,
Dark Day,
Desert Stars,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
London Community Gospel Choir,
the Human League,
Buzzcocks,
Eric Dolphy,
Agitation Free,
Sexual Harrassment,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Misunderstood,
Goldenarms,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Mark Hollis,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Gun Club,
Throbbing Gristle,
Saccharine Trust,
Procol Harum,
Alison Limerick,
Faraquet,
Underground Resistance,
The Evens,
T. Rex,
Soul Sonic Force,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Silicon Teens,
Japan,
Babytalk,
The Mojo Men,
Amazonics,
Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan.
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.