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 Dominican Republic and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Bluetip to the techno 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 Echo & the Bunnymen. All the underground hits.
All Sexual Harrassment tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deakin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Curtis Mayfield record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eyeless In Gaza,
Prince Buster,
June Days,
Q and Not U,
Tropical Tobacco,
Khruangbin,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ornette Coleman,
Donald Byrd,
Ituana,
The Slackers,
Average White Band,
a-ha,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Agent Orange,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Delta 5,
Cecil Taylor,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Vladislav Delay,
The Smiths,
Public Enemy,
Mr. Review,
Sonic Youth,
The Invisible,
Robert Görl,
Boz Scaggs,
The Smoke,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bluetip,
Fear,
Banda Bassotti,
Yellowson,
Barclay James Harvest,
David McCallum,
Visage,
Dark Day,
World's Most,
The Toasters,
Magma,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Blues Magoos,
Carl Craig,
The Sonics,
X-101,
The Last Poets,
Darondo,
Funkadelic,
Man Parrish,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Glambeats Corp.,
Yazoo,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Deepchord,
ABC,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Kevin Saunderson,
the Soft Cell,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Soulsonic Force,
Lower 48,
Gabor Szabo,
The Red Krayola,
Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie.
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.