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 Equatorial Guinea and from Delhi.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 mellotron 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 Schoolly D to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Drexciya. All the underground hits.
All Jimmy McGriff tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ponytail 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Altered Images record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mr. Review,
Donald Byrd,
Clear Light,
Radiohead,
Minor Threat,
Motorama,
Mantronix,
Mo-Dettes,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sarah Menescal,
Eric Dolphy,
Black Pus,
Accadde A,
Pantytec,
Flamin' Groovies,
Harmonia,
D'Angelo,
The Angels of Light,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Mad Mike,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Flipper,
JFA,
The Modern Lovers,
The Barracudas,
Fela Kuti,
Eve St. Jones,
Chris Corsano,
Spoonie Gee,
Loose Ends,
The Sound,
F. McDonald,
Sun Ra,
The Leaves,
Yusef Lateef,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Cecil Taylor,
Marshall Jefferson,
Amon Düül II,
Marvin Gaye,
Gabor Szabo,
Pagans,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Walker Brothers,
Franke,
Mandrill,
This Heat,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Toasters,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Adolescents,
Aloha Tigers,
The Human League,
Bobby Womack,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Colin Newman,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed.
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.