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 Burkina 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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 oboe 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 New Age Steppers to the funk 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282. All the underground hits.
All Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Talk Talk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doors record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Standells,
James White and The Blacks,
Buzzcocks,
Soft Cell,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Masters at Work,
Arthur Verocai,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Zapp,
Wolf Eyes,
Minor Threat,
LL Cool J,
The Black Dice,
Drive Like Jehu,
Franke,
Fatback Band,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Don Cherry,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Alarm Clocks,
Monks,
Tom Boy,
Organ,
CMW,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Happenings,
Crooked Eye,
Yellowson,
Flamin' Groovies,
Harry Pussy,
The Toasters,
Soulsonic Force,
New Age Steppers,
John Foxx,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Cameo,
Gabor Szabo,
Sister Nancy,
Newcleus,
Darondo,
Outsiders,
Lou Reed,
Wasted Youth,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Tim Buckley,
Hot Snakes,
Arab on Radar,
Jandek,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Make Up,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Mojo Men,
Alison Limerick,
Ituana,
Kurtis Blow,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Malaria!,
Dennis Brown,
Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan.
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.