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 Djibouti and from New York.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 marimba 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 Pulsallama to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Roger Hodgson. All the underground hits.
All 10cc tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boogie Down Productions 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Light Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chrome,
Lucky Dragons,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Banda Bassotti,
LL Cool J,
The Litter,
X-Ray Spex,
Prince Buster,
Warsaw,
Sonic Youth,
Don Cherry,
Youth Brigade,
Technova,
Bronski Beat,
Can,
Country Teasers,
Ultravox,
Index,
Scion,
Sandy B,
Fugazi,
Minnie Riperton,
Gang Green,
Jerry's Kids,
Patti Smith,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Walker Brothers,
JFA,
The Buckinghams,
The Misunderstood,
Symarip,
Quando Quango,
The Dirtbombs,
Das Ding,
Fluxion,
Television Personalities,
Joyce Sims,
The Move,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Leaves,
Gregory Isaacs,
Amazonics,
Deadbeat,
Barbara Tucker,
Sugar Minott,
Danielle Patucci,
Ralphi Rosario,
Blossom Toes,
Isaac Hayes,
Nation of Ulysses,
Monolake,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Velvet Underground,
Easy Going,
DNA,
Frankie Knuckles,
Godley & Creme,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Minutemen,
Soft Machine,
Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell.
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.