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 Maldives and from Philadelphia.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Avey Tare to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Black Flag. All the underground hits.
All Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Bananas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bill Wells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drive Like Jehu,
The Star Department,
Matthew Bourne,
Danielle Patucci,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Stockholm Monsters,
Das Ding,
Aaron Thompson,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ronan,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Monochrome Set,
Can,
Andrew Hill,
PIL,
The Saints,
Ludus,
Jandek,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Black Moon,
Agent Orange,
F. McDonald,
Tears for Fears,
Duran Duran,
The Wake,
Section 25,
Sister Nancy,
Yaz,
Gang Green,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Juan Atkins,
The Trojans,
Massinfluence,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lindisfarne,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Jeff Lynne,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Soulsonic Force,
Alison Limerick,
Parry Music,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sun Ra,
Banda Bassotti,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Tres Demented,
Delon & Dalcan,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ronnie Foster,
Donny Hathaway,
Suburban Knight,
Rapeman,
The Neon Judgement,
The Skatalites,
Skaos,
The Happenings,
Guru Guru,
Minny Pops,
Camouflage,
Radiohead,
Gichy Dan,
David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie.
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.