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 Estonia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 synthesizer 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 Hoover to the funk 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 Theoretical Girls. All the underground hits.
All B.T. Express tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Searchers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABBA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cymande,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Associates,
Accadde A,
Subhumans,
B.T. Express,
Mr. Review,
Pantytec,
T.S.O.L.,
Sugar Minott,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Young Marble Giants,
The Modern Lovers,
Gang Green,
Sarah Menescal,
Brand Nubian,
Funky Four + One,
Sound Behaviour,
Nils Olav,
Loose Ends,
Dual Sessions,
Surgeon,
Derrick May,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Harmonia,
Marshall Jefferson,
Jesper Dahlback,
Robert Hood,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Fluxion,
Steve Hackett,
Isaac Hayes,
The Count Five,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Electric Prunes,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Public Image Ltd.,
Moby Grape,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bobby Sherman,
Agitation Free,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ornette Coleman,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Leaves,
Quantec,
Morten Harket,
In Retrospect,
The Detroit Cobras,
Minnie Riperton,
The Monks,
Blossom Toes,
Visage,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Mummies,
Rakim,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Cameo,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lou Christie,
Can,
Yaz,
The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals.
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.