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 Nauru and from Houston.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 spring reverb 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 Suburban Knight to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Moebius. All the underground hits.
All Byron Stingily tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slick Rick 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quantec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Circle Jerks,
Brothers Johnson,
Boz Scaggs,
Letta Mbulu,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lalo Schifrin,
Minnie Riperton,
Marine Girls,
The Tremeloes,
The Index,
Junior Murvin,
Barclay James Harvest,
Roxette,
Mandrill,
Brick,
Shuggie Otis,
The Doors,
Chrome,
Soul Sonic Force,
Terry Callier,
Fat Boys,
Toni Rubio,
Jeff Lynne,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Morten Harket,
Babytalk,
Angry Samoans,
Pussy Galore,
Livin' Joy,
Funky Four + One,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Fall,
Wire,
Boredoms,
Ten City,
China Crisis,
The Move,
Robert Görl,
Gregory Isaacs,
Model 500,
Pulsallama,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Underground Resistance,
Idris Muhammad,
Janne Schatter,
The Slits,
Juan Atkins,
DNA,
Aural Exciters,
Andrew Hill,
Brass Construction,
Scan 7,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Tim Buckley,
Black Sheep,
Gang Green,
Hasil Adkins,
Hoover,
the Human League,
The Angels of Light,
Q and Not U,
Mr. Review,
Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen.
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.