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 Mexico and from Mexico City.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 David Bowie 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 The Velvet Underground to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Beau Brummels. All the underground hits.
All The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Franke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Kinks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Davy DMX,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Index,
Danielle Patucci,
Erasure,
Matthew Bourne,
Cymande,
Infiniti,
The Tremeloes,
Khruangbin,
Laurel Aitken,
Inner City,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Names,
Talk Talk,
Qualms,
The Detroit Cobras,
Pulsallama,
Byron Stingily,
Nirvana,
Technova,
The Residents,
Saccharine Trust,
The Grass Roots,
JFA,
T.S.O.L.,
The Move,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Juan Atkins,
The Star Department,
Unwound,
Cluster,
Funkadelic,
The Happenings,
U.S. Maple,
The Alarm Clocks,
The J.B.'s,
Jeff Lynne,
Gil Scott Heron,
John Coltrane,
Lungfish,
Bobby Womack,
Severed Heads,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Kerri Chandler,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Dirtbombs,
Black Pus,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Offenders,
Nik Kershaw,
the Fania All-Stars,
Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey.
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.