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 Dominica and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 Cairo and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 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 Kerrie Biddell 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 Ohio Players. All the underground hits.
All Slick Rick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sam Rivers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gian Franco Pienzio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alton Ellis,
Minny Pops,
Bill Near,
John Coltrane,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The New Christs,
Don Cherry,
Bobby Byrd,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Danielle Patucci,
Susan Cadogan,
The Pop Group,
The Young Rascals,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Agent Orange,
Ituana,
Cal Tjader,
Dark Day,
World's Most,
Severed Heads,
Jeru the Damaja,
Y Pants,
Scott Walker,
The Last Poets,
Eric B and Rakim,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Second Layer,
Nirvana,
The United States of America,
Harmonia,
Mars,
Ultimate Spinach,
Glambeats Corp.,
Robert Görl,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Metal Thangz,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Girls At Our Best!,
Simply Red,
Scrapy,
Altered Images,
Neil Young,
Brick,
Guru Guru,
The Black Dice,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Cheater Slicks,
Fluxion,
Sister Nancy,
The Golliwogs,
Letta Mbulu,
the Normal,
Ohio Players,
Organ,
Swans,
Roger Hodgson,
The Associates,
Pharoah Sanders,
Black Pus,
Moby Grape,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Knickerbockers,
Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants.
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.