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 Malawi and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Wings to the punk 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 EPMD. All the underground hits.
All Sam Rivers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dual Sessions 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Traffic Nightmare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kaleidoscope,
Yazoo,
Donald Byrd,
F. McDonald,
L. Decosne,
Bronski Beat,
Pantaleimon,
CMW,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Michelle Simonal,
Scion,
Smog,
Byron Stingily,
Gastr Del Sol,
Average White Band,
Albert Ayler,
Piero Umiliani,
Reagan Youth,
Erykah Badu,
Nation of Ulysses,
Blake Baxter,
Crime,
Colin Newman,
The New Christs,
Terry Callier,
Joe Finger,
John Holt,
Young Marble Giants,
Accadde A,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Brick,
Sarah Menescal,
Icehouse,
Cymande,
Marshall Jefferson,
Intrusion,
Erasure,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Peter & Gordon,
Anthony Braxton,
Brothers Johnson,
Ultimate Spinach,
Chrome,
Mary Jane Girls,
Crooked Eye,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Saints,
The Five Americans,
The Red Krayola,
the Fania All-Stars,
Marvin Gaye,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Fela Kuti,
The Offenders,
Fat Boys,
JFA,
The Dead C,
New York Dolls,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Slits,
Monolake,
cv313,
This Heat,
Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls.
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.