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 Laos and from Lagos.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Agitation Free. All the underground hits.
All It's A Beautiful Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Little Man record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aloha Tigers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faraquet,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Gladiators,
The Knickerbockers,
Joe Smooth,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Mark Hollis,
Ralphi Rosario,
Idris Muhammad,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Freddie Wadling,
Blancmange,
The Grass Roots,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The New Christs,
Bob Dylan,
Frankie Knuckles,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Goldenarms,
Jesper Dahlback,
the Association,
Brand Nubian,
Mandrill,
Visage,
Mr. Review,
Kurtis Blow,
Severed Heads,
The Raincoats,
Franke,
Skaos,
Bobby Byrd,
Eddi Front,
Drexciya,
The Cowsills,
Niagra,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Soft Machine,
Sam Rivers,
Avey Tare,
Todd Terry,
Nirvana,
The Walker Brothers,
Parry Music,
Sällskapet,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Colin Newman,
Stockholm Monsters,
D'Angelo,
Marshall Jefferson,
AZ,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Cameo,
Glambeats Corp.,
The J.B.'s,
L. Decosne,
Girls At Our Best!,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland.
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.