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 South Africa and from Johannesburg.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 linndrum 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 Dark Day to the funk 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 Isaac Hayes. All the underground hits.
All Danielle Patucci tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skarface record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anthony Braxton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Sneak,
Theoretical Girls,
David McCallum,
Circle Jerks,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Pagans,
Kerrie Biddell,
Eden Ahbez,
Bauhaus,
Pantytec,
Brick,
Maleditus Sound,
In Retrospect,
Barclay James Harvest,
a-ha,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Newcleus,
Vladislav Delay,
Sparks,
Ornette Coleman,
Delta 5,
Sandy B,
Sixth Finger,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Remains,
The Red Krayola,
Icehouse,
Drive Like Jehu,
Popol Vuh,
The American Breed,
T. Rex,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Cowsills,
Half Japanese,
Lou Christie,
Blossom Toes,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Godley & Creme,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Evens,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Niagra,
Cal Tjader,
MDC,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sonic Youth,
Marcia Griffiths,
Darondo,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Marvin Gaye,
Eve St. Jones,
La Düsseldorf,
Mantronix,
Youth Brigade,
Andrew Hill,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers.
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.