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 El Salvador and from Lyon.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 spring reverb 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 Rakim to the crunk 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band. All the underground hits.
All The Residents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-102 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bang on a Can All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ralphi Rosario,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Dave Gahan,
The Dead C,
The Beau Brummels,
Nico,
Skarface,
The Gap Band,
Neu!,
The Toasters,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Minnie Riperton,
Qualms,
JFA,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Names,
Jeru the Damaja,
Cymande,
The Cowsills,
Shoche,
Malaria!,
The Saints,
The Remains,
The Angels of Light,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Tears for Fears,
The Young Rascals,
Chris Corsano,
Eric Dolphy,
The Pretty Things,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Inner City,
The American Breed,
Soulsonic Force,
the Sonics,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Model 500,
Gichy Dan,
The Cramps,
Ponytail,
Soul II Soul,
Fugazi,
Unwound,
The Motions,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Royal Trux,
Brand Nubian,
Nirvana,
Johnny Osbourne,
Tim Buckley,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gang Starr,
Lightning Bolt,
Silicon Teens,
Connie Case,
Rekid,
Fat Boys,
Skriet,
Robert Wyatt,
ABBA,
June of 44,
the Association, the Association, the Association, the Association.
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.