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 Kuwait and from Bremen.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Mo-Dettes to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Dave Clark Five. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neu! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Porter Ricks,
The Wake,
Vladislav Delay,
Arthur Verocai,
Soul Sonic Force,
DJ Style,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Con Funk Shun,
the Normal,
Laurel Aitken,
Procol Harum,
Neil Young,
K-Klass,
Magma,
Joyce Sims,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Alphaville,
Second Layer,
Sister Nancy,
Slick Rick,
Average White Band,
The Pop Group,
Crispian St. Peters,
Fear,
cv313,
La Düsseldorf,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Beau Brummels,
Supertramp,
Stetsasonic,
Yusef Lateef,
Scott Walker,
Blake Baxter,
The Dave Clark Five,
X-101,
Josef K,
Matthew Bourne,
Clear Light,
The Fall,
Bush Tetras,
The Remains,
Half Japanese,
Tom Boy,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Popol Vuh,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Charles Mingus,
The United States of America,
The Grass Roots,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Faraquet,
Alice Coltrane,
The Music Machine,
Archie Shepp,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Wings,
Jacques Brel,
Godley & Creme,
CMW,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gastr Del Sol,
Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman.
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.