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 Mali and from Lyon.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 organ 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 Isaac Hayes to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Fugs. All the underground hits.
All Make Up tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rites of Spring record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yellowson,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Motions,
Fatback Band,
Funkadelic,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Donald Byrd,
Stockholm Monsters,
Yazoo,
Tom Boy,
Maurizio,
Dead Boys,
Black Pus,
Ituana,
Wally Richardson,
DNA,
Visage,
The Tremeloes,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Saccharine Trust,
kango's stein massive,
Judy Mowatt,
Gerry Rafferty,
Black Moon,
Quadrant,
Neil Young,
Bill Near,
Aloha Tigers,
Cameo,
Max Romeo,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sight & Sound,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Fluxion,
Crispy Ambulance,
Rosa Yemen,
Scientists,
Hashim,
Gang of Four,
Marvin Gaye,
PIL,
Big Daddy Kane,
Black Flag,
Janne Schatter,
Nick Fraelich,
Khruangbin,
Marshall Jefferson,
Royal Trux,
Bobby Byrd,
Moebius,
The Neon Judgement,
Godley & Creme,
The Misunderstood,
Rites of Spring,
8 Eyed Spy,
Circle Jerks,
Sister Nancy,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Stooges,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Interpol,
The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club.
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.