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 Burkina and from Paris.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 spring reverb 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Deakin. All the underground hits.
All Symarip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 8 Eyed Spy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Green record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ 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 Raincoats,
Skaos,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Saccharine Trust,
Can,
John Coltrane,
Swell Maps,
Television,
Crash Course in Science,
Bad Manners,
Darondo,
Khruangbin,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bang On A Can,
ABBA,
Joey Negro,
China Crisis,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lower 48,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Gun Club,
Joensuu 1685,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Blackbyrds,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Siglo XX,
The Red Krayola,
Minnie Riperton,
June of 44,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Fugazi,
Avey Tare,
Theoretical Girls,
Albert Ayler,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Average White Band,
Andrew Hill,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Cheater Slicks,
Echospace,
Glenn Branca,
Angry Samoans,
Rufus Thomas,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Arcadia,
Little Man,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Wake,
Swans,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Chrome,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
John Lydon,
the Bar-Kays,
Tommy Roe,
Al Stewart,
These Immortal Souls,
Drive Like Jehu,
Nick Fraelich,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Evens, The Evens, The Evens, The Evens.
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.