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 Malawi and from Copenhagen.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Jerry's Kids to the rap 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 Lakeside. All the underground hits.
All Black Flag tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispy Ambulance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pierre Henry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Main Source,
Adolescents,
Faraquet,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Spoonie Gee,
China Crisis,
Second Layer,
R.M.O.,
Fugazi,
DJ Sneak,
Vladislav Delay,
Rotary Connection,
Andrew Hill,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Man Eating Sloth,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Black Dice,
Minutemen,
Slick Rick,
Bush Tetras,
Groovy Waters,
Parry Music,
Prince Buster,
The Mummies,
Lakeside,
Camberwell Now,
48th St. Collective,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Chris & Cosey,
Y Pants,
Aural Exciters,
Mission of Burma,
Spandau Ballet,
Silicon Teens,
B.T. Express,
the Swans,
Derrick Morgan,
Dual Sessions,
The Fortunes,
Arcadia,
ABC,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Happenings,
OOIOO,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Dave Clark Five,
PIL,
The Trojans,
Eden Ahbez,
Bluetip,
Peter and Kerry,
The Dead C,
Q and Not U,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Neil Young,
Ice-T,
Theoretical Girls,
Aloha Tigers,
David Bowie,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Symarip, Symarip, Symarip, Symarip.
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.