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 Turkey and from Mumbai.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Neil Young to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Bang On A Can. All the underground hits.
All Faraquet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kenny Larkin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Real Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Offenders,
MDC,
The Index,
The Victims,
Dead Boys,
Amazonics,
Marvin Gaye,
Barry Ungar,
Funkadelic,
Letta Mbulu,
Can,
Hardrive,
Agent Orange,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Wasted Youth,
Rosa Yemen,
The Mummies,
Tommy Roe,
Saccharine Trust,
The Dave Clark Five,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Flipper,
Soul II Soul,
Stockholm Monsters,
Glambeats Corp.,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Heaven 17,
Henry Cow,
Bad Manners,
Goldenarms,
Gong,
Lou Christie,
Fluxion,
Shuggie Otis,
X-101,
Bill Near,
Mission of Burma,
Nas,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
John Coltrane,
Crime,
Echospace,
The Smiths,
The Misunderstood,
China Crisis,
Mark Hollis,
Reuben Wilson,
Joe Finger,
David Axelrod,
Albert Ayler,
Mad Mike,
Eden Ahbez,
Iggy Pop,
Rites of Spring,
June of 44,
Fatback Band,
Yusef Lateef,
Connie Case,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive.
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.