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 Sudan and from Seoul.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 marimba 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 Be Bop Deluxe to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Los Fastidios. All the underground hits.
All Banda Bassotti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wings 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantytec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Young Rascals,
Shoche,
Gabor Szabo,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Piero Umiliani,
Andrew Hill,
Talk Talk,
K-Klass,
Tears for Fears,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
David McCallum,
Lungfish,
Au Pairs,
The American Breed,
Yaz,
This Heat,
U.S. Maple,
Easy Going,
D'Angelo,
Crash Course in Science,
Grandmaster Flash,
DNA,
Harmonia,
New Order,
Youth Brigade,
Marine Girls,
Jacques Brel,
Electric Prunes,
The Angels of Light,
Zapp,
Boogie Down Productions,
the Bar-Kays,
Sight & Sound,
X-102,
Chris & Cosey,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
David Bowie,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Walker Brothers,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ten City,
Crime,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Misunderstood,
Nils Olav,
Tommy Roe,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
the Normal,
X-101,
Scientists,
Jandek,
Gil Scott Heron,
AZ,
Duran Duran,
Wolf Eyes,
Matthew Halsall,
Bootsy Collins,
Pantaleimon,
The Busters,
Bad Manners,
Drive Like Jehu,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Monks,
The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges.
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.