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 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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Gories to the crunk 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 Terry Callier. All the underground hits.
All Spandau Ballet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Whodini 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Flag record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Parry Music,
T. Rex,
Bronski Beat,
Lakeside,
Jacques Brel,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Graham Central Station,
Japan,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Q65,
The Selecter,
Isaac Hayes,
Von Mondo,
Dennis Brown,
Section 25,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Cameo,
Steve Hackett,
Erykah Badu,
Blake Baxter,
Roxette,
Boredoms,
E-Dancer,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Skriet,
Angry Samoans,
Cal Tjader,
Tres Demented,
Can,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ponytail,
Donny Hathaway,
Drive Like Jehu,
the Bar-Kays,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ronan,
Nick Fraelich,
Sonny Sharrock,
A Certain Ratio,
Con Funk Shun,
Bad Manners,
Roxy Music,
Blossom Toes,
Monks,
The Remains,
Circle Jerks,
Wire,
John Cale,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Slackers,
Bizarre Inc.,
Simply Red,
Jeff Mills,
Cecil Taylor,
Thompson Twins,
Moebius,
Brothers Johnson,
Scientists,
The Modern Lovers,
Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios.
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.