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 Cambodia and from Mexico City.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Vladislav Delay to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Fugs. All the underground hits.
All Susan Cadogan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ituana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Young Rascals record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lyres,
Monks,
Masters at Work,
Robert Hood,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Mojo Men,
The Index,
The Fuzztones,
FM Einheit,
Gang Green,
The Velvet Underground,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Jesper Dahlback,
Black Pus,
Yusef Lateef,
Niagra,
Q65,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Youth Brigade,
Albert Ayler,
David McCallum,
the Bar-Kays,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Derrick May,
Gong,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Morten Harket,
Crash Course in Science,
The Stooges,
Agent Orange,
Eurythmics,
Matthew Halsall,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Drexciya,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
EPMD,
48th St. Collective,
The Black Dice,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Vogues,
Bush Tetras,
Pagans,
Ralphi Rosario,
Fluxion,
Dual Sessions,
Pierre Henry,
Sound Behaviour,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Severed Heads,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Magma,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Dead Boys,
The Moleskins,
the Human League,
Moss Icon,
Peter and Kerry,
Little Man,
Banda Bassotti,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band.
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.