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 Ireland and from Bremen.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 theremin 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 Stereo Dub to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Black Flag. All the underground hits.
All Lightning Bolt 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 jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter & Gordon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glambeats Corp.,
Marvin Gaye,
Skaos,
Anthony Braxton,
Motorama,
Matthew Halsall,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Leaves,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Babytalk,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Radio Birdman,
Frankie Knuckles,
Underground Resistance,
Hoover,
A Certain Ratio,
Boogie Down Productions,
Alton Ellis,
Harpers Bizarre,
Easy Going,
Chris Corsano,
Scott Walker,
K-Klass,
Fela Kuti,
Technova,
The Velvet Underground,
Crispian St. Peters,
Rakim,
Kayak,
The Barracudas,
The Slits,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ornette Coleman,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Deepchord,
Brothers Johnson,
The Names,
Magma,
Yazoo,
Bill Wells,
Albert Ayler,
Grauzone,
Absolute Body Control,
Mark Hollis,
L. Decosne,
Eli Mardock,
The Last Poets,
Flipper,
The Vogues,
June Days,
The Victims,
Little Man,
Aloha Tigers,
Pet Shop Boys,
T. Rex,
Scrapy,
The Seeds,
Harry Pussy,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bauhaus,
AZ,
Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse.
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.