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 Zambia and from London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Sound to the techno 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 One Last Wish. All the underground hits.
All Inner City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tears for Fears record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sonics,
Organ,
Darondo,
Silicon Teens,
Cecil Taylor,
Rhythm & Sound,
Swans,
Connie Case,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Pantytec,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Arthur Verocai,
Alice Coltrane,
Slick Rick,
Eddi Front,
Masters at Work,
the Germs,
Can,
Average White Band,
Gregory Isaacs,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Danielle Patucci,
Sight & Sound,
Echospace,
48th St. Collective,
The Stooges,
The Fortunes,
Schoolly D,
Infiniti,
Lebanon Hanover,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
UT,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lalo Schifrin,
Urselle,
Zero Boys,
The Martian,
Delta 5,
Visage,
Man Eating Sloth,
Todd Terry,
Trumans Water,
Yaz,
Maurizio,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Youth Brigade,
Khruangbin,
New Order,
Pharoah Sanders,
Popol Vuh,
Freddie Wadling,
Black Flag,
The Fall,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Knickerbockers,
Smog,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu.
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.