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 Nauru and from Lagos.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 JFA. All the underground hits.
All Blossom Toes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Can 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Eating Sloth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
8 Eyed Spy,
The Associates,
Radiohead,
Kerri Chandler,
X-101,
KRS-One,
Tubeway Army,
Brothers Johnson,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Gun Club,
Fatback Band,
Desert Stars,
Scion,
Sight & Sound,
Tommy Roe,
Agent Orange,
Lou Reed,
Warsaw,
The Zeros,
The Slits,
Iggy Pop,
48th St. Collective,
Michelle Simonal,
Lee Hazlewood,
Saccharine Trust,
the Germs,
Roy Ayers,
Slick Rick,
Royal Trux,
Toni Rubio,
Duran Duran,
Pussy Galore,
Urselle,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Johnny Clarke,
Steve Hackett,
Jacques Brel,
The Mummies,
Moebius,
Flipper,
The Golliwogs,
Harpers Bizarre,
Scrapy,
Yazoo,
China Crisis,
The Young Rascals,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Cal Tjader,
David Bowie,
The Moody Blues,
Chris Corsano,
Jesper Dahlback,
Roxette,
Public Enemy,
Eli Mardock,
Zero Boys,
The Doors,
Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins.
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.