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 Bahrain and from Lille.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Lalo Schifrin to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Organ. All the underground hits.
All Terry Callier tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultra Naté record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mummies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radio Birdman,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Swans,
Robert Görl,
Camberwell Now,
Qualms,
David Bowie,
The Star Department,
Delta 5,
Black Pus,
Amazonics,
Alphaville,
Nas,
The Flesh Eaters,
Franke,
Gang of Four,
Reagan Youth,
Harpers Bizarre,
Jeff Mills,
The Litter,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Names,
Brass Construction,
cv313,
Das Ding,
Camouflage,
Nils Olav,
Fatback Band,
Echospace,
Cymande,
Deakin,
Make Up,
Todd Terry,
The J.B.'s,
Eddi Front,
Stereo Dub,
The Golliwogs,
Harmonia,
The Velvet Underground,
Agitation Free,
Matthew Halsall,
R.M.O.,
Sight & Sound,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Searchers,
X-102,
Scion,
The Last Poets,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Angels of Light,
Hardrive,
Fela Kuti,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Outsiders,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Von Mondo,
Darondo,
Warsaw,
Guru Guru,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon.
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.