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 Gabon 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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 David Bowie 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 Arthur Verocai to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Man Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Half Japanese record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young,
Mo-Dettes,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Anakelly,
JFA,
Bob Dylan,
The Alarm Clocks,
Blancmange,
Marshall Jefferson,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lyres,
Inner City,
Kevin Saunderson,
Marmalade,
Yusef Lateef,
Jesper Dahlback,
Big Daddy Kane,
Boogie Down Productions,
Average White Band,
a-ha,
Flash Fearless,
Toni Rubio,
Fugazi,
Skriet,
Groovy Waters,
Tears for Fears,
Unrelated Segments,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Real Kids,
The Evens,
Freddie Wadling,
Cybotron,
Wasted Youth,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Cowsills,
Funky Four + One,
the Fania All-Stars,
Basic Channel,
Electric Prunes,
Los Fastidios,
Camberwell Now,
Albert Ayler,
Tubeway Army,
The Gap Band,
One Last Wish,
Infiniti,
Fela Kuti,
The New Christs,
Skarface,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Names,
World's Most,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Brothers Johnson,
Eden Ahbez,
Archie Shepp,
Throbbing Gristle,
Monks,
Thompson Twins,
Angry Samoans,
Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic.
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.