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 Andorra and from Toronto.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 oboe 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 cv313 to the dance 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 Crispy Ambulance. All the underground hits.
All Mantronix tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Count Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-101 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crooked Eye,
Warsaw,
Pere Ubu,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Audionom,
the Association,
Nico,
Lakeside,
Roy Ayers,
The Flesh Eaters,
Organ,
Scientists,
Gastr Del Sol,
Q and Not U,
The Slackers,
Laurel Aitken,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Flipper,
Soft Machine,
Jacques Brel,
Crime,
E-Dancer,
Young Marble Giants,
The Durutti Column,
The Birthday Party,
Bronski Beat,
The Monochrome Set,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Doobie Brothers,
Deepchord,
The Move,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Monks,
The Five Americans,
Isaac Hayes,
This Heat,
Mr. Review,
The Index,
Bluetip,
The Music Machine,
Intrusion,
Funkadelic,
the Normal,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Mo-Dettes,
Niagra,
Ossler,
Blake Baxter,
Nick Fraelich,
Robert Wyatt,
Charles Mingus,
Ken Boothe,
Patti Smith,
Chris & Cosey,
John Holt,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Newcleus,
Joe Finger,
Television,
Marc Almond,
Pylon,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog.
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.