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 Denmark and from Mumbai.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Joensuu 1685 to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 New Age Steppers. All the underground hits.
All The Detroit Cobras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smoke 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Adolescents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABBA,
Audionom,
Gang of Four,
Banda Bassotti,
Pere Ubu,
Stereo Dub,
Pharoah Sanders,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Fortunes,
Heaven 17,
The Index,
The Names,
The Real Kids,
Arthur Verocai,
Pulsallama,
Nico,
Simply Red,
The Remains,
Donny Hathaway,
Sandy B,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Hasil Adkins,
Popol Vuh,
The Move,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gastr Del Sol,
Glambeats Corp.,
a-ha,
the Slits,
Sun City Girls,
Smog,
The Raincoats,
Qualms,
The Blackbyrds,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Neon Judgement,
La Düsseldorf,
Rotary Connection,
Sixth Finger,
Sexual Harrassment,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Franke,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Trojans,
Cymande,
Eric Dolphy,
Accadde A,
The Searchers,
Iggy Pop,
Aural Exciters,
Judy Mowatt,
New York Dolls,
PIL,
Average White Band,
U.S. Maple,
Zapp,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Susan Cadogan,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe.
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.