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 Bahamas and from Tehran.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lille.
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 arpeggiator 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 Silicon Teens to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Judy Mowatt. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacob Miller record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rod Modell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABC,
Negative Approach,
Graham Central Station,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Funkadelic,
L. Decosne,
The Music Machine,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Move,
The Martian,
Aaron Thompson,
Icehouse,
UT,
Gil Scott Heron,
Japan,
Average White Band,
The Cure,
Niagra,
The Neon Judgement,
Steve Hackett,
Depeche Mode,
Qualms,
Sarah Menescal,
Cameo,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Names,
Main Source,
Q and Not U,
Crime,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Scan 7,
Masters at Work,
Harry Pussy,
The Red Krayola,
John Foxx,
Surgeon,
Oblivians,
Groovy Waters,
Boogie Down Productions,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sällskapet,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lower 48,
Wire,
Make Up,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Young Rascals,
Chris & Cosey,
Black Sheep,
Cecil Taylor,
AZ,
Rekid,
Bauhaus,
The Divine Comedy,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Yazoo,
Blake Baxter,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Patti Smith,
Visage, Visage, Visage, Visage.
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.