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 Panama and from Beijing.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Supertramp to the grime 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 Monolake. All the underground hits.
All The Black Dice tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Hill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Godley & Creme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oneida,
Iggy Pop,
Eddi Front,
Marmalade,
Excepter,
Gichy Dan,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Derrick Morgan,
Pantytec,
Slick Rick,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Count Five,
Mad Mike,
The Gun Club,
Sun Ra,
X-101,
Minny Pops,
Sugar Minott,
Don Cherry,
B.T. Express,
Banda Bassotti,
Silicon Teens,
Marc Almond,
Glenn Branca,
The Pretty Things,
Heaven 17,
Rapeman,
Morten Harket,
Essential Logic,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Pop Group,
The Dead C,
China Crisis,
Scott Walker,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Goldenarms,
Second Layer,
Mars,
Monks,
Colin Newman,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Dark Day,
Fear,
The Cosmic Jokers,
U.S. Maple,
Al Stewart,
Peter and Kerry,
the Normal,
Ohio Players,
Cecil Taylor,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Anakelly,
Roger Hodgson,
The Blackbyrds,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Slave,
Jimmy McGriff,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Youth Brigade,
Brick,
David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod.
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.