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 Solomon Islands and from Paris.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 theremin 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 Gastr Del Sol to the rap 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 Franke. All the underground hits.
All Kerrie Biddell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cameo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonic Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
One Last Wish,
Hashim,
Groovy Waters,
Nick Fraelich,
Cameo,
Monolake,
Depeche Mode,
Flamin' Groovies,
Pussy Galore,
Jerry Gold Smith,
U.S. Maple,
The Gun Club,
Urselle,
Traffic Nightmare,
Wings,
Tommy Roe,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
ABBA,
Blossom Toes,
B.T. Express,
Inner City,
LL Cool J,
Pharoah Sanders,
Negative Approach,
the Association,
Procol Harum,
Warsaw,
Donny Hathaway,
The Fortunes,
Kenny Larkin,
Livin' Joy,
David Bowie,
John Foxx,
Darondo,
Althea and Donna,
The Toasters,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
James White and The Blacks,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lebanon Hanover,
Crash Course in Science,
David Axelrod,
Peter and Kerry,
Soft Cell,
Man Eating Sloth,
Y Pants,
Albert Ayler,
The Barracudas,
Reuben Wilson,
Joe Smooth,
Bang On A Can,
Nirvana,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Jacques Brel,
The Gap Band,
Mr. Review,
Theoretical Girls,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Byron Stingily,
Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis.
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.