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 Nepal and from Hong Kong.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Von Mondo to the techno 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 CMW. All the underground hits.
All Procol Harum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The American Breed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Bowie,
Hashim,
Morten Harket,
The New Christs,
Lou Christie,
X-101,
Agitation Free,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Aural Exciters,
Yusef Lateef,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ten City,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sam Rivers,
The Offenders,
Public Image Ltd.,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Searchers,
Sällskapet,
Duran Duran,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sound Behaviour,
Iggy Pop,
Barrington Levy,
Howard Jones,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sight & Sound,
the Sonics,
Fear,
The Walker Brothers,
The Cowsills,
Rufus Thomas,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Parry Music,
Ituana,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Black Bananas,
Steve Hackett,
Kas Product,
Soft Machine,
Yellowson,
Skaos,
Alton Ellis,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Mary Jane Girls,
Kaleidoscope,
Johnny Clarke,
Moebius,
Cameo,
Ossler,
Animal Collective,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Gories,
The Associates,
Marcia Griffiths,
Rapeman,
Jawbox,
Alison Limerick,
Bad Manners,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs.
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.