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 Argentina and from Taipei.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Madrid.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the marimba 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 Khruangbin to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Jacques Brel. All the underground hits.
All Freddie Wadling tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Bar-Kays record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Searchers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ludus,
Gang of Four,
Icehouse,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Pretty Things,
Joyce Sims,
OOIOO,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
John Lydon,
Spoonie Gee,
Mission of Burma,
Prince Buster,
Interpol,
Albert Ayler,
Ultimate Spinach,
Colin Newman,
Amon Düül,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Pierre Henry,
Steve Hackett,
Scion,
Rites of Spring,
Pylon,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Arthur Verocai,
Bauhaus,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Q and Not U,
Public Enemy,
the Bar-Kays,
Grandmaster Flash,
Schoolly D,
Andrew Hill,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Selecter,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Smog,
Ten City,
LL Cool J,
Todd Rundgren,
The Fortunes,
The Leaves,
Tears for Fears,
Tom Boy,
Lightning Bolt,
Man Eating Sloth,
Fatback Band,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Piero Umiliani,
Sun City Girls,
The Neon Judgement,
Buzzcocks,
Moss Icon,
Sandy B,
Television Personalities,
The Searchers,
Jimmy McGriff,
Severed Heads,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lyres, Lyres, Lyres, Lyres.
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.