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 Kosovo and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the sitar 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 Roxy Music to the rap 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 Bad Manners. All the underground hits.
All Mr. Review tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brand Nubian 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MDC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Standells,
Pulsallama,
The Star Department,
Wings,
K-Klass,
Slick Rick,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gichy Dan,
Glenn Branca,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Blossom Toes,
The Seeds,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Scrapy,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lyres,
Pantytec,
Kas Product,
Mantronix,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Jerry's Kids,
The Knickerbockers,
Sarah Menescal,
Lindisfarne,
Panda Bear,
Mars,
Sex Pistols,
Grauzone,
Warren Ellis,
Pylon,
The Doors,
John Cale,
Soft Cell,
New York Dolls,
Donny Hathaway,
The Mojo Men,
Ultra Naté,
Kurtis Blow,
Television Personalities,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Red Krayola,
Black Flag,
Bizarre Inc.,
New Order,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Nils Olav,
Supertramp,
Roger Hodgson,
Letta Mbulu,
the Bar-Kays,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
10cc,
EPMD,
Parry Music,
Saccharine Trust,
John Holt,
the Germs,
The Smiths,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Hasil Adkins,
Godley & Creme,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs.
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.