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 Finland and from Jakarta.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Grey Daturas to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Blues Magoos. All the underground hits.
All The Monochrome Set tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Organ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terrestrial Tones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Axelrod,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Electric Prunes,
the Germs,
Rapeman,
Audionom,
Moebius,
Andrew Hill,
Fifty Foot Hose,
John Cale,
The Smiths,
Tomorrow,
10cc,
Marine Girls,
Rufus Thomas,
DNA,
Vladislav Delay,
Pylon,
Half Japanese,
Loose Ends,
The Blues Magoos,
Agent Orange,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Pop Group,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Searchers,
The Dead C,
Electric Prunes,
The Gories,
LL Cool J,
Blake Baxter,
Jeff Mills,
The Fortunes,
Lou Christie,
Ultimate Spinach,
Black Pus,
Mandrill,
Malaria!,
The Doors,
The Stooges,
Aloha Tigers,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Soft Machine,
Drive Like Jehu,
Roxy Music,
the Association,
Deadbeat,
Thee Headcoats,
The Fuzztones,
Bobby Byrd,
Yellowson,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Busters,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Easy Going,
The Remains,
Yusef Lateef,
Steve Hackett,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Byron Stingily,
Barry Ungar,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Todd Rundgren,
June Days, June Days, June Days, June Days.
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.