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 Andorra and from Woodstock.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 clarinet 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 Eli Mardock to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Avey Tare. All the underground hits.
All The Selecter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Essential Logic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tropical Tobacco record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Almond,
Von Mondo,
Marmalade,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Robert Hood,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Kinks,
Surgeon,
Yusef Lateef,
Joensuu 1685,
The Golliwogs,
The Beau Brummels,
Dead Boys,
Scientists,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Nico,
Fat Boys,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Monolake,
Bootsy Collins,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
MDC,
Soft Cell,
Rakim,
Godley & Creme,
Aswad,
Jacob Miller,
Banda Bassotti,
Sonny Sharrock,
Buzzcocks,
Glenn Branca,
Theoretical Girls,
ABC,
R.M.O.,
Warren Ellis,
The Selecter,
Arab on Radar,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Judy Mowatt,
Gastr Del Sol,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Happenings,
Rufus Thomas,
Cameo,
T.S.O.L.,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Pantytec,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
La Düsseldorf,
Fugazi,
Throbbing Gristle,
Angry Samoans,
Tres Demented,
Pole,
Country Teasers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Heaven 17,
Curtis Mayfield,
Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive.
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.