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 Georgia and from Cairo.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 X-101 to the rock 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 Ash Ra Tempel. All the underground hits.
All Urselle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wally Richardson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Remains record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Danielle Patucci,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
D'Angelo,
Guru Guru,
Wasted Youth,
Absolute Body Control,
Moebius,
Lee Hazlewood,
Eve St. Jones,
The Gories,
Oblivians,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Toasters,
Parry Music,
China Crisis,
Easy Going,
Hot Snakes,
Oneida,
Jacques Brel,
Radiohead,
Morten Harket,
The Dead C,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Knickerbockers,
Mark Hollis,
Shuggie Otis,
Lakeside,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Youth Brigade,
The Standells,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Negative Approach,
Sparks,
Erasure,
The Techniques,
Ornette Coleman,
Connie Case,
PIL,
Silicon Teens,
Subhumans,
the Sonics,
Skriet,
Erykah Badu,
Gabor Szabo,
Underground Resistance,
Lower 48,
the Human League,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Spoonie Gee,
Reuben Wilson,
The Remains,
The New Christs,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Big Daddy Kane,
Yaz,
World's Most,
Mission of Burma,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bobby Sherman,
Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars.
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.