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 Egypt and from Bremen.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Neil Young to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Banda Bassotti. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flipper record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Procol Harum,
the Slits,
Bill Near,
The Searchers,
Donald Byrd,
China Crisis,
John Holt,
The Fortunes,
Grandmaster Flash,
Khruangbin,
The Standells,
10cc,
Gong,
The Cure,
The New Christs,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Nation of Ulysses,
Deadbeat,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Reagan Youth,
Janne Schatter,
Radiohead,
Tommy Roe,
Crispian St. Peters,
Das Ding,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Mission of Burma,
The Red Krayola,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Litter,
Crime,
The Fall,
Second Layer,
Amon Düül II,
Anakelly,
Fluxion,
Ronan,
Tomorrow,
CMW,
Kas Product,
Simply Red,
JFA,
Shoche,
Blancmange,
Von Mondo,
Monks,
Jerry's Kids,
Camberwell Now,
Sällskapet,
The Last Poets,
Masters at Work,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sonic Youth,
Minor Threat,
Chrome,
Gregory Isaacs,
DJ Sneak,
cv313,
Nik Kershaw,
Echospace,
Absolute Body Control,
Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker.
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.