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 United Kingdom and from Portland.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 sitar 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 Echospace to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Doors. All the underground hits.
All Nils Olav tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deadbeat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cluster,
Susan Cadogan,
Gil Scott Heron,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gong,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ralphi Rosario,
Crime,
Siglo XX,
Ronnie Foster,
Unrelated Segments,
Erykah Badu,
The Residents,
Jerry Gold Smith,
AZ,
James White and The Blacks,
Gang Gang Dance,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Gun Club,
Ituana,
Rufus Thomas,
Metal Thangz,
Eric B and Rakim,
Jacob Miller,
Godley & Creme,
Albert Ayler,
Television Personalities,
Neu!,
Livin' Joy,
The Move,
The Remains,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lakeside,
Duran Duran,
Magazine,
kango's stein massive,
Nas,
Blancmange,
Joy Division,
Inner City,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Pussy Galore,
Aural Exciters,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sight & Sound,
Groovy Waters,
Nik Kershaw,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Altered Images,
Soul II Soul,
Andrew Hill,
Thee Headcoats,
The Sonics,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ponytail,
Shuggie Otis,
Janne Schatter,
8 Eyed Spy,
T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex.
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.