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 France and from Paris.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Colin Newman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fugazi 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Invisible record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lower 48,
The Buckinghams,
The Velvet Underground,
Joey Negro,
Japan,
The Gories,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Connie Case,
Oneida,
F. McDonald,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Gap Band,
The Detroit Cobras,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Glambeats Corp.,
Deadbeat,
Monolake,
Soul Sonic Force,
Pere Ubu,
Brothers Johnson,
Graham Central Station,
Lungfish,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Echospace,
Surgeon,
Ronan,
Henry Cow,
Excepter,
H. Thieme,
Skarface,
48th St. Collective,
The Monks,
Fatback Band,
8 Eyed Spy,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Curtis Mayfield,
Scott Walker,
Supertramp,
Piero Umiliani,
Sound Behaviour,
Gil Scott Heron,
the Sonics,
Peter and Kerry,
The Barracudas,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ronnie Foster,
Khruangbin,
Animal Collective,
Quadrant,
T. Rex,
Bang On A Can,
The Beau Brummels,
Soft Cell,
Funky Four + One,
Fat Boys,
B.T. Express,
Oblivians,
Unwound,
Rekid,
Pierre Henry,
Kaleidoscope,
The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement.
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.