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 Ecuador and from New York.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Delhi.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Ken Boothe to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Young Rascals. All the underground hits.
All Simply Red tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter & Gordon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thee Headcoats,
T.S.O.L.,
Masters at Work,
Max Romeo,
The Mummies,
Second Layer,
Roxy Music,
U.S. Maple,
Aswad,
Inner City,
John Coltrane,
The Black Dice,
Charles Mingus,
Public Enemy,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Swell Maps,
The J.B.'s,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Cowsills,
Ronnie Foster,
Procol Harum,
B.T. Express,
Sex Pistols,
Little Man,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Funkadelic,
OOIOO,
Derrick Morgan,
Jacob Miller,
Japan,
Pantaleimon,
The Music Machine,
Nirvana,
Average White Band,
Curtis Mayfield,
X-102,
Bob Dylan,
Janne Schatter,
Harmonia,
Cal Tjader,
Jeru the Damaja,
Marmalade,
Animal Collective,
Hasil Adkins,
Arcadia,
The Cramps,
Reagan Youth,
Quando Quango,
The Victims,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Gladiators,
Sun Ra,
Harry Pussy,
Q and Not U,
Popol Vuh,
The Smoke,
Donald Byrd,
Faust,
Aloha Tigers,
Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn.
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.