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 Qatar and from Salvador.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 snare 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 OOIOO. All the underground hits.
All Jacques Brel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sugar Minott record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harmonia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Alarm Clocks,
Roger Hodgson,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lakeside,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Throbbing Gristle,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Pulsallama,
Letta Mbulu,
Eddi Front,
Rapeman,
Cymande,
Stetsasonic,
Royal Trux,
Nick Fraelich,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Peter & Gordon,
The Last Poets,
The Raincoats,
The Barracudas,
Ultravox,
Brand Nubian,
Jerry Gold Smith,
the Germs,
Jimmy McGriff,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Gap Band,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Cecil Taylor,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Dual Sessions,
the Swans,
The Leaves,
Josef K,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Pantytec,
Gastr Del Sol,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Grandmaster Flash,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Clear Light,
The Angels of Light,
The Count Five,
Todd Rundgren,
Schoolly D,
Yellowson,
Q65,
Ten City,
Bobby Womack,
Bluetip,
the Human League,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Human League,
Mantronix,
The Beau Brummels,
Slick Rick,
Dark Day,
Tim Buckley,
Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket.
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.