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 Mexico and from Houston.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Silicon Teens. All the underground hits.
All De La Soul & Jungle Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visage 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick Morgan,
Crash Course in Science,
Amon Düül II,
John Holt,
The Divine Comedy,
Sarah Menescal,
Skaos,
FM Einheit,
Traffic Nightmare,
Fear,
Gang Green,
Gong,
Brick,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
These Immortal Souls,
Los Fastidios,
Fat Boys,
Nico,
Unwound,
Jeru the Damaja,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lower 48,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Danielle Patucci,
Electric Prunes,
Sam Rivers,
the Sonics,
Camouflage,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Joy Division,
Lucky Dragons,
Whodini,
The Monks,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Victims,
Sällskapet,
The Litter,
The Evens,
Pierre Henry,
Dark Day,
Trumans Water,
Faraquet,
The Associates,
The Blues Magoos,
The New Christs,
Colin Newman,
Don Cherry,
The Grass Roots,
The Searchers,
Graham Central Station,
The Angels of Light,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Crooked Eye,
Rites of Spring,
The Detroit Cobras,
Vainqueur,
Joe Finger,
Aural Exciters,
U.S. Maple,
Funky Four + One,
The Electric Prunes,
Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis.
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.