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 Haiti and from Glasgow.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Nick Fraelich to the techno 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 Peanut Butter Conspiracy. All the underground hits.
All Los Fastidios tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alphaville 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donny Hathaway record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slits,
Depeche Mode,
The Moody Blues,
Josef K,
Michelle Simonal,
Pulsallama,
The New Christs,
Adolescents,
Silicon Teens,
Smog,
Malaria!,
Second Layer,
Frankie Knuckles,
Dawn Penn,
DJ Sneak,
The Blackbyrds,
Buzzcocks,
Can,
Bush Tetras,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Los Fastidios,
World's Most,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Harpers Bizarre,
Yazoo,
the Sonics,
Sun Ra,
Inner City,
U.S. Maple,
Pierre Henry,
The Detroit Cobras,
Livin' Joy,
In Retrospect,
Wings,
Charles Mingus,
Drive Like Jehu,
Technova,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Jesper Dahlback,
Basic Channel,
Althea and Donna,
Cheater Slicks,
Erykah Badu,
Nick Fraelich,
Wolf Eyes,
The Motions,
The Barracudas,
Wasted Youth,
Nation of Ulysses,
Neil Young,
FM Einheit,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Piero Umiliani,
Subhumans,
Crispian St. Peters,
F. McDonald,
Yellowson,
Eric Dolphy,
The Stooges,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Agent Orange,
Pylon, Pylon, Pylon, Pylon.
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.