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 South Africa 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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Max Romeo to the punk 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 The Associates. All the underground hits.
All Black Sheep tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Icehouse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fela Kuti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DNA,
Chris Corsano,
New Age Steppers,
The Velvet Underground,
OOIOO,
Subhumans,
The Happenings,
CMW,
Easy Going,
Eric Dolphy,
Susan Cadogan,
Bootsy Collins,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Mars,
Cybotron,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Moleskins,
Frankie Knuckles,
Deadbeat,
Bauhaus,
R.M.O.,
Hardrive,
New Order,
Man Parrish,
Boogie Down Productions,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Can,
the Bar-Kays,
Max Romeo,
Minor Threat,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Standells,
Todd Terry,
Iggy Pop,
Tim Buckley,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Angels of Light,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Roxette,
Monks,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Piero Umiliani,
Deepchord,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Livin' Joy,
Chris & Cosey,
The Dead C,
Shuggie Otis,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Byron Stingily,
MC5,
LL Cool J,
Eli Mardock,
Crooked Eye,
The Music Machine,
Alice Coltrane,
Joyce Sims,
The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges.
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.