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 Denmark and from Manila.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 güiro 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 Eric B and Rakim to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Pretty Things. All the underground hits.
All Kango’s Stein Massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Tremeloes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythim Is Rhythim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thee Headcoats,
Terry Callier,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Audionom,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sam Rivers,
One Last Wish,
Mandrill,
Malaria!,
The Motions,
Arcadia,
Minny Pops,
Gang of Four,
Sarah Menescal,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
X-102,
H. Thieme,
Ituana,
The Fortunes,
Bauhaus,
Johnny Clarke,
Kayak,
Groovy Waters,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Agitation Free,
Desert Stars,
The Gladiators,
Ice-T,
R.M.O.,
Althea and Donna,
The Flesh Eaters,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Delon & Dalcan,
Moss Icon,
Dead Boys,
Morten Harket,
Swans,
Index,
the Bar-Kays,
Aaron Thompson,
Average White Band,
the Fania All-Stars,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Count Five,
Shuggie Otis,
Crispy Ambulance,
Pantaleimon,
Stetsasonic,
The Remains,
Ultra Naté,
Nils Olav,
Blossom Toes,
Scratch Acid,
Chris Corsano,
Con Funk Shun,
Pet Shop Boys,
Thompson Twins,
The Mummies,
Loose Ends,
Donald Byrd,
Suicide,
Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies.
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.