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 Guatemala and from Tehran.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 mellotron 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 Lebanon Hanover to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 London Community Gospel Choir. All the underground hits.
All Major Organ And The Adding Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every China Crisis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharoah Sanders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Machine,
Pantytec,
The Gap Band,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Theoretical Girls,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
the Association,
The Litter,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Visage,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Victims,
Andrew Hill,
Heaven 17,
Glambeats Corp.,
U.S. Maple,
The Knickerbockers,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Porter Ricks,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Index,
New Age Steppers,
Zapp,
Joey Negro,
Graham Central Station,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gichy Dan,
Flipper,
Con Funk Shun,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Charles Mingus,
Q65,
The Red Krayola,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Dead C,
Khruangbin,
June of 44,
Hot Snakes,
Royal Trux,
Outsiders,
Blossom Toes,
Thompson Twins,
Sexual Harrassment,
Von Mondo,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Y Pants,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Vogues,
LL Cool J,
Gong,
E-Dancer,
Rhythm & Sound,
Desert Stars,
Duran Duran,
Joe Finger,
Dead Boys,
Masters at Work,
Tom Boy,
Suicide,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach.
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.