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 Slovakia and from Calgary.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 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 PIL to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Robert Wyatt. All the underground hits.
All Ice-T tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cluster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kurtis Blow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Whodini,
Rod Modell,
Y Pants,
Radiohead,
Zero Boys,
Brothers Johnson,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bill Near,
Bobby Womack,
The Sound,
Harmonia,
Fatback Band,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gabor Szabo,
CMW,
Nick Fraelich,
The Index,
Grey Daturas,
The Five Americans,
Bauhaus,
Basic Channel,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Suicide,
Ultimate Spinach,
This Heat,
Mandrill,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sam Rivers,
Lakeside,
The Slackers,
Monolake,
Moss Icon,
David Bowie,
Oneida,
The Offenders,
Soft Cell,
Siglo XX,
Rekid,
John Lydon,
The Victims,
Marine Girls,
Mars,
Don Cherry,
Gang Green,
Sarah Menescal,
Kaleidoscope,
Goldenarms,
Arab on Radar,
Grauzone,
Freddie Wadling,
Moebius,
Hoover,
Erykah Badu,
Marc Almond,
Niagra,
Rakim,
Jacques Brel,
Barclay James Harvest,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Tubeway Army,
Howard Jones,
Sex Pistols,
Colin Newman,
Livin' Joy,
Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana.
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.