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 Pakistan and from Houston.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Reagan Youth to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Young Rascals. All the underground hits.
All Barry Ungar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neu! 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythm & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skaos,
Sister Nancy,
Steve Hackett,
Mantronix,
Iggy Pop,
The Residents,
The Music Machine,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Leonard Cohen,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Godley & Creme,
Urselle,
Sam Rivers,
Curtis Mayfield,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Blossom Toes,
Vladislav Delay,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Slits,
Funkadelic,
The Gladiators,
Pussy Galore,
Joe Finger,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Inner City,
Nation of Ulysses,
DJ Style,
Slick Rick,
Arcadia,
Darondo,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Fire Engines,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Alice Coltrane,
UT,
Prince Buster,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Organ,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Yazoo,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gabor Szabo,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Yusef Lateef,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Rites of Spring,
Chrome,
Mary Jane Girls,
Archie Shepp,
Visage,
Eric Dolphy,
The Kinks,
AZ,
Quantec,
China Crisis,
Von Mondo,
The Moleskins,
Icehouse,
Bush Tetras,
Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul.
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.