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 Latvia and from Paris.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Dorothy Ashby to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 CMW. All the underground hits.
All Boz Scaggs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Age Steppers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Modern Lovers,
Derrick May,
Chris Corsano,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Red Krayola,
The Offenders,
Arthur Verocai,
Cal Tjader,
Blancmange,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
X-102,
A Certain Ratio,
The American Breed,
The Sound,
the Association,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bang On A Can,
Basic Channel,
Arcadia,
Fatback Band,
Moss Icon,
Delon & Dalcan,
Morten Harket,
Joey Negro,
The Flesh Eaters,
Kool Moe Dee,
Animal Collective,
Man Parrish,
The Fuzztones,
Fear,
The Fugs,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Robert Hood,
Alison Limerick,
The Star Department,
DJ Sneak,
Avey Tare,
Buzzcocks,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Names,
Gabor Szabo,
Pagans,
Alton Ellis,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Yaz,
Technova,
Kayak,
Electric Prunes,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Glenn Branca,
Soul II Soul,
The Move,
Skaos,
Yazoo,
Tom Boy,
The Residents,
Bizarre Inc.,
Dual Sessions,
Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's.
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.