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 Tonga and from Portland.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Stockholm.
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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 L. Decosne to the techno 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 Lower 48. All the underground hits.
All T.S.O.L. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Peanut Butter Conspiracy 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 arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rekid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Electric Prunes,
David Bowie,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gerry Rafferty,
Absolute Body Control,
Groovy Waters,
Sarah Menescal,
Crash Course in Science,
The Skatalites,
Alphaville,
Metal Thangz,
Freddie Wadling,
Jawbox,
Banda Bassotti,
Quando Quango,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Misunderstood,
Neu!,
Bootsy Collins,
The Divine Comedy,
The Birthday Party,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Erasure,
Stetsasonic,
The American Breed,
Carl Craig,
Fear,
Shoche,
Sister Nancy,
Dark Day,
Ultravox,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Seeds,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
X-Ray Spex,
A Certain Ratio,
Cal Tjader,
Marmalade,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Agitation Free,
kango's stein massive,
Anthony Braxton,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Soft Machine,
Rhythm & Sound,
Second Layer,
Al Stewart,
Whodini,
MDC,
Gang of Four,
Y Pants,
Infiniti,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bluetip,
Scrapy,
Duran Duran,
Soulsonic Force,
Scion,
Livin' Joy,
Buzzcocks,
Magma,
Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus.
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.