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 Croatia and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Morten Harket to the dance 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 Wolf Eyes. All the underground hits.
All Ultra Naté tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sixth Finger 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Hill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Terry,
The Doors,
The Stooges,
Don Cherry,
Pylon,
Grauzone,
Hardrive,
New Order,
kango's stein massive,
Mark Hollis,
Silicon Teens,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Roger Hodgson,
Public Image Ltd.,
Quantec,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Livin' Joy,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Pantaleimon,
Sonic Youth,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Brand Nubian,
Colin Newman,
The Seeds,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Barclay James Harvest,
Terry Callier,
Mandrill,
Derrick Morgan,
Lightning Bolt,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Fugazi,
Fatback Band,
Alice Coltrane,
Soft Machine,
The Real Kids,
Cecil Taylor,
The Black Dice,
The Happenings,
Sandy B,
Eric B and Rakim,
Nick Fraelich,
Half Japanese,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Organ,
Roxy Music,
Rotary Connection,
Nico,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Peter & Gordon,
The Mojo Men,
F. McDonald,
Gang of Four,
Lou Reed,
Joey Negro,
Smog,
The Trojans,
Icehouse,
The Velvet Underground,
Jandek,
Funky Four + One,
the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays.
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.