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 Croatia and from Woodstock.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Lou Reed 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 Cluster to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Fluxion. All the underground hits.
All Oneida tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Intrusion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Don Cherry,
Sällskapet,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Byron Stingily,
Ronan,
KRS-One,
The American Breed,
Gang Starr,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Terry Callier,
Japan,
Sam Rivers,
Derrick May,
The Blackbyrds,
The Litter,
Groovy Waters,
Radiohead,
Siglo XX,
Brothers Johnson,
Bronski Beat,
Eric Copeland,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Doors,
Ituana,
Avey Tare,
the Association,
Yellowson,
Throbbing Gristle,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Fuzztones,
Roy Ayers,
The Cure,
Warsaw,
Drive Like Jehu,
Kaleidoscope,
Reuben Wilson,
Lalo Schifrin,
Josef K,
PIL,
Icehouse,
Leonard Cohen,
Inner City,
Absolute Body Control,
Banda Bassotti,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
One Last Wish,
The Shadows of Knight,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Marvin Gaye,
Suburban Knight,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Human League,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Saccharine Trust,
Heaven 17,
Black Flag,
The Moleskins,
The Slackers,
Loose Ends,
Carl Craig,
Organ,
Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson.
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.