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 Monaco and from Seoul.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 harpsichord 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 Darondo to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Darondo. All the underground hits.
All Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alison Limerick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Trojans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Cluster,
The Mojo Men,
EPMD,
the Bar-Kays,
Don Cherry,
Gang Gang Dance,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Mandrill,
X-101,
Severed Heads,
Arab on Radar,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Organ,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Electric Prunes,
Donald Byrd,
Gong,
The Knickerbockers,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Dark Day,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Music Machine,
Royal Trux,
Dave Gahan,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Judy Mowatt,
Delta 5,
Suburban Knight,
Warren Ellis,
Alphaville,
Nik Kershaw,
Negative Approach,
Vainqueur,
Sparks,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Scion,
Arcadia,
Flash Fearless,
Jeru the Damaja,
Masters at Work,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bobbi Humphrey,
KRS-One,
The Shadows of Knight,
Minor Threat,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Babytalk,
Half Japanese,
Deepchord,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Second Layer,
Public Image Ltd.,
Jeff Mills,
One Last Wish,
Nico,
Byron Stingily,
The Residents,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Animal Collective,
Wasted Youth,
Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson.
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.