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 Philippines and from Mumbai.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 linndrum 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 AZ to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra Arkestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Busters,
the Association,
Quantec,
Bob Dylan,
The Associates,
Ponytail,
FM Einheit,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Nirvana,
Black Pus,
X-101,
Fear,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
UT,
John Holt,
Japan,
The Mojo Men,
The Durutti Column,
Silicon Teens,
The Fall,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Boz Scaggs,
Harry Pussy,
John Lydon,
Pylon,
Pole,
Radio Birdman,
Scrapy,
Grey Daturas,
Radiopuhelimet,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Index,
Curtis Mayfield,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Parry Music,
Alice Coltrane,
New Age Steppers,
Camberwell Now,
Khruangbin,
One Last Wish,
Monks,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Quadrant,
Byron Stingily,
Kurtis Blow,
Kayak,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lou Reed,
Stockholm Monsters,
Dennis Brown,
Ken Boothe,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Blackbyrds,
Freddie Wadling,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Negative Approach,
Maurizio,
Second Layer,
Ossler,
Sonic Youth,
Can,
Marmalade,
Ten City, Ten City, Ten City, Ten City.
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.