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 Korea North and from Philadelphia.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Tim Buckley to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Lungfish. All the underground hits.
All Prince Buster 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 crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funkadelic 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 J.B.'s,
Gang Gang Dance,
D'Angelo,
Cal Tjader,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ossler,
Donald Byrd,
Crooked Eye,
Godley & Creme,
The Moleskins,
Grey Daturas,
The Techniques,
Saccharine Trust,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Tears for Fears,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Dual Sessions,
Oneida,
Spandau Ballet,
Popol Vuh,
Delon & Dalcan,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Black Dice,
Cluster,
Can,
Mo-Dettes,
the Sonics,
T. Rex,
Livin' Joy,
Barclay James Harvest,
Electric Prunes,
Warren Ellis,
Radio Birdman,
Marvin Gaye,
Robert Hood,
Bill Wells,
The Vogues,
Excepter,
Icehouse,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Intrusion,
Arab on Radar,
The Fugs,
Mr. Review,
The Shadows of Knight,
Quantec,
Rufus Thomas,
CMW,
Sound Behaviour,
Avey Tare,
Bang On A Can,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Inner City,
R.M.O.,
Shuggie Otis,
Joe Finger,
Television,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Human League,
Das Ding,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Don Cherry,
Monks, Monks, Monks, Monks.
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.