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 Luxembourg and from Beijing.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Fire Engines to the funk 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 London Community Gospel Choir. All the underground hits.
All June Days tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oneida record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shuggie Otis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Wally Richardson,
Bluetip,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bobby Womack,
Alison Limerick,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Fuzztones,
Todd Rundgren,
Suicide,
Josef K,
The Litter,
B.T. Express,
Young Marble Giants,
Boogie Down Productions,
Robert Görl,
Echospace,
Minnie Riperton,
Surgeon,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Standells,
Jacques Brel,
Urselle,
Oneida,
Minny Pops,
Inner City,
The Blues Magoos,
Joey Negro,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Neu!,
In Retrospect,
Bill Near,
Von Mondo,
Arab on Radar,
Sex Pistols,
Henry Cow,
Tubeway Army,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Music Machine,
The Durutti Column,
Mr. Review,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Deadbeat,
Wasted Youth,
Bang On A Can,
Idris Muhammad,
Dead Boys,
Carl Craig,
Mantronix,
Jimmy McGriff,
Los Fastidios,
The Velvet Underground,
Faraquet,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
a-ha,
Davy DMX,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Girls At Our Best!,
MDC,
Fela Kuti,
Sun Ra,
New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls.
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.