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 Georgia and from Philadelphia.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 sitar 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 Albert Ayler to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Soft Machine. All the underground hits.
All The Count Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mummies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a EPMD record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sound,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Soft Machine,
Pantytec,
Traffic Nightmare,
Tomorrow,
The Blackbyrds,
Derrick May,
Silicon Teens,
Marmalade,
Avey Tare,
Fatback Band,
Aural Exciters,
X-102,
Aloha Tigers,
Country Teasers,
The Buckinghams,
Shuggie Otis,
Althea and Donna,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Yellowson,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Smoke,
Thompson Twins,
Interpol,
Absolute Body Control,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Joy Division,
Crispian St. Peters,
Accadde A,
Tropical Tobacco,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ken Boothe,
Gregory Isaacs,
Man Parrish,
Rapeman,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lou Christie,
Clear Light,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Harmonia,
Hashim,
Joe Finger,
Cecil Taylor,
Minny Pops,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sällskapet,
Pharoah Sanders,
Boredoms,
The Pretty Things,
Eddi Front,
Ludus,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Radio Birdman,
Stereo Dub,
Bronski Beat,
Fluxion,
The Birthday Party,
The Velvet Underground,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family.
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.