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 Chile 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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 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 Oblivians to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Marine Girls. All the underground hits.
All UT tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Bananas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 8 Eyed Spy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-102,
Bluetip,
Japan,
Gastr Del Sol,
Roger Hodgson,
Harry Pussy,
KRS-One,
Nas,
the Germs,
Cameo,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Yusef Lateef,
Ronnie Foster,
The Blackbyrds,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Offenders,
The Cowsills,
The Stooges,
Fear,
Public Image Ltd.,
Television Personalities,
Pet Shop Boys,
LL Cool J,
Chrome,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Funkadelic,
Barrington Levy,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Young Rascals,
Jeff Mills,
Eddi Front,
Black Pus,
Yellowson,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Sound,
Dennis Brown,
Lower 48,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Shoche,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Eden Ahbez,
Urselle,
X-101,
Public Enemy,
The Moleskins,
Yaz,
Rosa Yemen,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Chris Corsano,
Eric Dolphy,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
ABC,
Stetsasonic,
Bob Dylan,
Peter & Gordon,
The Skatalites,
Freddie Wadling,
The Smoke,
In Retrospect,
Ultravox,
Rod Modell,
Flamin' Groovies,
Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young.
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.