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 New Zealand and from Shanghai.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Chris Corsano to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Ohio Players. All the underground hits.
All Vaughan Mason & Crew tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Toni Rubio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Second Layer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barclay James Harvest,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sister Nancy,
Model 500,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Girls At Our Best!,
Blossom Toes,
Radio Birdman,
Barbara Tucker,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Neil Young,
Chrome,
Harpers Bizarre,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Marshall Jefferson,
Echospace,
Magazine,
Quadrant,
Ice-T,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
One Last Wish,
Jeru the Damaja,
Idris Muhammad,
Camberwell Now,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Whodini,
Royal Trux,
In Retrospect,
Stetsasonic,
Laurel Aitken,
Sugar Minott,
New York Dolls,
Josef K,
Nico,
Thompson Twins,
Marvin Gaye,
Ultra Naté,
Ornette Coleman,
Shuggie Otis,
Matthew Bourne,
Lucky Dragons,
Scientists,
Cheater Slicks,
Junior Murvin,
Swans,
Peter and Kerry,
Unwound,
Zero Boys,
K-Klass,
The Happenings,
Erykah Badu,
Ken Boothe,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Supertramp,
Don Cherry,
Mandrill,
the Fania All-Stars,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Prince Buster,
Roxy Music,
This Heat,
The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party.
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.