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 Greece and from Toronto.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 arpeggiator 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 Bill Wells to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Andrew Hill. All the underground hits.
All Subhumans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ludus 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nirvana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agent Orange,
Model 500,
Electric Prunes,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Funky Four + One,
X-102,
Eddi Front,
The Searchers,
Howard Jones,
John Cale,
Yusef Lateef,
Michelle Simonal,
The Dead C,
Kenny Larkin,
Tears for Fears,
Ten City,
Harpers Bizarre,
Slick Rick,
Lou Reed,
X-101,
Fear,
Colin Newman,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Residents,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Niagra,
Ultimate Spinach,
Mandrill,
Audionom,
Roxette,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Yellowson,
Newcleus,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Chris Corsano,
Country Teasers,
Animal Collective,
AZ,
Intrusion,
Liliput,
The Fugs,
The Trojans,
Dennis Brown,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Robert Wyatt,
Vladislav Delay,
Franke,
The Gun Club,
Saccharine Trust,
Fugazi,
Scott Walker,
The Evens,
Sun City Girls,
Moby Grape,
Trumans Water,
Underground Resistance,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Scrapy,
Masters at Work,
The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques.
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.