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 India and from Manila.
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 Johannesburg and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Spoonie Gee to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Bobbi Humphrey. All the underground hits.
All Scientists tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minutemen 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Au Pairs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Durutti Column,
Oneida,
The Evens,
Jimmy McGriff,
Mantronix,
Brass Construction,
Popol Vuh,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lyres,
Minor Threat,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Subhumans,
Andrew Hill,
The Kinks,
Matthew Bourne,
The Remains,
Lindisfarne,
The Offenders,
Barrington Levy,
Mark Hollis,
The Stooges,
Terry Callier,
Charles Mingus,
Clear Light,
Audionom,
The Invisible,
Roxy Music,
Public Image Ltd.,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Severed Heads,
Sun Ra,
The Five Americans,
David Axelrod,
Pet Shop Boys,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gang of Four,
Dead Boys,
The J.B.'s,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Con Funk Shun,
Crash Course in Science,
Eric Dolphy,
Vladislav Delay,
Warren Ellis,
Black Flag,
Deepchord,
Laurel Aitken,
Bluetip,
Wire,
The Mummies,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Seeds,
Tears for Fears,
Amon Düül,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sam Rivers,
Ludus,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Idris Muhammad,
Quantec,
Chris Corsano,
Goldenarms,
Glenn Branca,
Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work.
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.