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 Saudi Arabia and from Salvador.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Kool Moe Dee to the jazz 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 Unrelated Segments. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül II tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kurtis Blow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q65 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slits,
Swell Maps,
DNA,
Colin Newman,
Radiopuhelimet,
Janne Schatter,
The Gladiators,
Kayak,
Main Source,
The Count Five,
The Young Rascals,
The Moody Blues,
Motorama,
Inner City,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
World's Most,
Eric Dolphy,
Anakelly,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Blossom Toes,
The Dirtbombs,
Shuggie Otis,
Marshall Jefferson,
Cybotron,
Cluster,
Josef K,
Aswad,
LL Cool J,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Black Bananas,
Eric Copeland,
Rekid,
The Flesh Eaters,
Quadrant,
Au Pairs,
Boz Scaggs,
The Mummies,
Electric Prunes,
Mantronix,
Monolake,
Oblivians,
Procol Harum,
Nas,
Crispian St. Peters,
Scott Walker,
L. Decosne,
Sun City Girls,
Bad Manners,
The Birthday Party,
The Litter,
Dorothy Ashby,
Matthew Bourne,
Nils Olav,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Smog,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Music Machine,
Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu.
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.