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 Portugal and from Spokane.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Human League to the funk 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 Gerry Rafferty. All the underground hits.
All Second Layer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maleditus Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pierre Henry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Guru Guru,
Sandy B,
Pere Ubu,
Mars,
The Knickerbockers,
Bob Dylan,
Tim Buckley,
Qualms,
E-Dancer,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Banda Bassotti,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Popol Vuh,
The Fugs,
Pulsallama,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
EPMD,
Maleditus Sound,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Absolute Body Control,
Von Mondo,
Fela Kuti,
Sugar Minott,
Althea and Donna,
These Immortal Souls,
The Remains,
One Last Wish,
Drexciya,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Infiniti,
Monolake,
Soft Machine,
X-Ray Spex,
Organ,
Smog,
New Order,
L. Decosne,
Faraquet,
Sight & Sound,
Suburban Knight,
Eric Copeland,
Pylon,
Scan 7,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The United States of America,
Girls At Our Best!,
Aloha Tigers,
T. Rex,
Dark Day,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bang On A Can,
The Gap Band,
Lee Hazlewood,
Khruangbin,
Dennis Brown,
Eric Dolphy,
Derrick Morgan,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs.
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.