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 Zimbabwe and from Madrid.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 harpsichord 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 Scion to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Eyeless In Gaza. All the underground hits.
All Pierre Henry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Flag record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Panda Bear 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 Blues Magoos,
Camberwell Now,
Cameo,
Patti Smith,
Fatback Band,
Sixth Finger,
Godley & Creme,
Roy Ayers,
Carl Craig,
Big Daddy Kane,
Dave Gahan,
The Mummies,
Mars,
LL Cool J,
The Monks,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Flash Fearless,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Country Teasers,
Janne Schatter,
Jeru the Damaja,
Cal Tjader,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Warren Ellis,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Arab on Radar,
8 Eyed Spy,
Wally Richardson,
The Evens,
The New Christs,
Liliput,
The Cowsills,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Urselle,
Darondo,
Crispy Ambulance,
Agent Orange,
Ronnie Foster,
Jerry's Kids,
Eric Copeland,
Anthony Braxton,
Marvin Gaye,
Harry Pussy,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Last Poets,
Moss Icon,
Zero Boys,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sugar Minott,
The Monochrome Set,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Tom Boy,
Gang Starr,
Underground Resistance,
The Human League,
the Normal,
Fat Boys,
Bootsy Collins,
The Techniques,
John Coltrane,
Bush Tetras,
Ossler, Ossler, Ossler, Ossler.
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.