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 Cameroon and from Salvador.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Youth Brigade 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 Boogie Down Productions. All the underground hits.
All Kenny Larkin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Golliwogs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donny Hathaway record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABC,
OOIOO,
Livin' Joy,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sixth Finger,
Animal Collective,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Eden Ahbez,
Wolf Eyes,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Techniques,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Nas,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Hasil Adkins,
The Durutti Column,
Electric Prunes,
The Beau Brummels,
UT,
Make Up,
Unwound,
Lee Hazlewood,
Supertramp,
The Motions,
Moebius,
Arthur Verocai,
La Düsseldorf,
Jacob Miller,
The Fortunes,
Stereo Dub,
Todd Terry,
Fela Kuti,
Steve Hackett,
Depeche Mode,
The New Christs,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Gories,
The Gun Club,
Agent Orange,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Talk Talk,
Wings,
Lindisfarne,
James White and The Blacks,
Popol Vuh,
F. McDonald,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
the Germs,
The Slits,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Minutemen,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Fear,
Dark Day,
The Standells,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Scientists,
Derrick Morgan,
Scion, Scion, Scion, Scion.
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.