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 Lebanon and from Delhi.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Sun Ra to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Ajijia Myrayebe. All the underground hits.
All Tres Demented tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jandek record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Livin' Joy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
World's Most,
Moebius,
The Last Poets,
Girls At Our Best!,
Neil Young,
Don Cherry,
Joyce Sims,
Theoretical Girls,
Rakim,
Sight & Sound,
Bobby Byrd,
Janne Schatter,
Nick Fraelich,
Moss Icon,
Procol Harum,
K-Klass,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
U.S. Maple,
Derrick May,
Eve St. Jones,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Model 500,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Shuggie Otis,
Erykah Badu,
Depeche Mode,
The Trojans,
The Beau Brummels,
Swell Maps,
Franke,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Invisible,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Monks,
Public Enemy,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bill Near,
Monolake,
Altered Images,
These Immortal Souls,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Tremeloes,
Ten City,
Dark Day,
Sällskapet,
The Wake,
Maleditus Sound,
Ohio Players,
Motorama,
Jacob Miller,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Max Romeo,
Ice-T,
Television Personalities,
Anakelly,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Jeff Lynne,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Radio Birdman,
Yellowson,
Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats.
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.