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 Ireland and from Philadelphia.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Radio Birdman to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Liaisons Dangereuses. All the underground hits.
All Patti Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Metal Thangz 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sarah Menescal,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Niagra,
JFA,
Hasil Adkins,
The Seeds,
The Slackers,
Audionom,
Popol Vuh,
Flipper,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Moody Blues,
Yaz,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Stooges,
Boogie Down Productions,
Unrelated Segments,
Can,
Section 25,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lungfish,
Black Pus,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Red Krayola,
Young Marble Giants,
The Velvet Underground,
K-Klass,
Darondo,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Public Enemy,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Technova,
Thompson Twins,
Gong,
One Last Wish,
The Fall,
Wings,
Wally Richardson,
Skaos,
Morten Harket,
Fluxion,
Roger Hodgson,
Kenny Larkin,
Sun City Girls,
Don Cherry,
the Swans,
Amazonics,
the Soft Cell,
Bush Tetras,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sam Rivers,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Alison Limerick,
CMW,
Mars,
The Smiths,
Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse.
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.