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 Manila.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 synthesizer 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 Albert Ayler to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids. All the underground hits.
All Juan Atkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James Chance & The Contortions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shoche record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sonic Youth,
The Invisible,
T.S.O.L.,
John Cale,
Tim Buckley,
Kas Product,
Joe Smooth,
Stockholm Monsters,
Amon Düül,
The Zeros,
Popol Vuh,
Camouflage,
Rod Modell,
World's Most,
Interpol,
Kevin Saunderson,
David McCallum,
Zapp,
Aloha Tigers,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Patti Smith,
UT,
Dual Sessions,
Ice-T,
Chrome,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
David Axelrod,
Gang Green,
E-Dancer,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Kayak,
Lalo Schifrin,
Depeche Mode,
Susan Cadogan,
Infiniti,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Neon Judgement,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Maleditus Sound,
The Young Rascals,
The Knickerbockers,
Liliput,
Eric Copeland,
Jawbox,
Electric Prunes,
Parry Music,
Roxette,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Y Pants,
The Saints,
The Monks,
Jacob Miller,
Eric B and Rakim,
Glenn Branca,
Dark Day,
Oneida,
Peter and Kerry,
The Residents,
Fela Kuti,
Kenny Larkin,
Colin Newman,
The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills.
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.