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 Jordan 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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Gastr Del Sol to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Pantaleimon. All the underground hits.
All Warsaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every These Immortal Souls 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Red Krayola record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Outsiders,
The Mojo Men,
Derrick Morgan,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Human League,
Zapp,
Youth Brigade,
Ponytail,
Sound Behaviour,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
MC5,
Agent Orange,
Warsaw,
The Offenders,
Man Eating Sloth,
Tears for Fears,
Eden Ahbez,
A Certain Ratio,
Dead Boys,
Josef K,
The Searchers,
The Last Poets,
Camouflage,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Pole,
Babytalk,
Stiv Bators,
Black Bananas,
Black Sheep,
Mantronix,
Marine Girls,
Popol Vuh,
Todd Rundgren,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Angels of Light,
T. Rex,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Alice Coltrane,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Suicide,
H. Thieme,
Can,
Minutemen,
Chris & Cosey,
Black Flag,
Slave,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Walker Brothers,
Joe Smooth,
Ultimate Spinach,
Prince Buster,
Ossler,
Sonic Youth,
Q65,
Sarah Menescal,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bronski Beat,
E-Dancer,
Talk Talk,
the Soft Cell,
Grauzone,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog.
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.