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 Guinea and from Lyon.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Jerry's Kids to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All The Mojo Men tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dorothy Ashby record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
the Normal,
The Happenings,
Robert Görl,
The Misunderstood,
Hoover,
Section 25,
The Golliwogs,
Man Parrish,
Rotary Connection,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Cowsills,
Deakin,
Marine Girls,
Make Up,
The Motions,
Skaos,
Wasted Youth,
Animal Collective,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Cecil Taylor,
Ten City,
Funky Four + One,
Procol Harum,
The Stooges,
Easy Going,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Second Layer,
Accadde A,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Joe Finger,
Alice Coltrane,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Qualms,
Aaron Thompson,
Subhumans,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sparks,
Radiohead,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Martian,
The Birthday Party,
Marcia Griffiths,
Mars,
The Buckinghams,
Archie Shepp,
Camberwell Now,
Wire,
Sam Rivers,
Fatback Band,
Rites of Spring,
Cameo,
Supertramp,
Erasure,
Kenny Larkin,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Underground Resistance,
Roger Hodgson,
Lee Hazlewood,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Count Five,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim.
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.