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 Philippines and from Mumbai.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Shoche 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 Gang of Four. All the underground hits.
All Electric Light Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Index 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Das Ding record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pierre Henry,
Bobby Womack,
June of 44,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Zero Boys,
Nas,
Letta Mbulu,
Mission of Burma,
Alison Limerick,
Bad Manners,
Mr. Review,
The Monks,
AZ,
Boredoms,
DNA,
Sexual Harrassment,
Derrick May,
Todd Terry,
Big Daddy Kane,
Colin Newman,
New Order,
The Real Kids,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Gun Club,
The Residents,
Funky Four + One,
Wally Richardson,
Deepchord,
The Zeros,
The Leaves,
The Kinks,
Loose Ends,
Laurel Aitken,
Kurtis Blow,
T.S.O.L.,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Tomorrow,
Unwound,
Visage,
Cheater Slicks,
Supertramp,
ABC,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Peter and Kerry,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Malaria!,
10cc,
The Sound,
Saccharine Trust,
Sister Nancy,
Hasil Adkins,
The Skatalites,
The Trojans,
The Buckinghams,
Hot Snakes,
Arcadia,
the Association,
Young Marble Giants,
Robert Görl,
Bobby Sherman,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Quantec, Quantec, Quantec, Quantec.
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.