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 Japan and from Accra.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Boogie Down Productions to the punk 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 Adolescents. All the underground hits.
All Bob Dylan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terrestrial Tones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Intrusion 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?
Khruangbin,
Tears for Fears,
the Association,
The Raincoats,
Traffic Nightmare,
This Heat,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Smoke,
Matthew Bourne,
Todd Rundgren,
Girls At Our Best!,
Johnny Osbourne,
Joe Finger,
a-ha,
F. McDonald,
Grandmaster Flash,
Grauzone,
The Real Kids,
The Motions,
Quando Quango,
Warsaw,
The Velvet Underground,
Newcleus,
Sight & Sound,
Sun Ra,
Adolescents,
Darondo,
Letta Mbulu,
Harpers Bizarre,
Mr. Review,
The Doobie Brothers,
Joensuu 1685,
Pussy Galore,
Robert Görl,
FM Einheit,
the Swans,
Blake Baxter,
The Modern Lovers,
The Moleskins,
Electric Prunes,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Matthew Halsall,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Shadows of Knight,
Moebius,
DJ Style,
Jacob Miller,
Simply Red,
Chrome,
David Axelrod,
U.S. Maple,
Bootsy Collins,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Swell Maps,
Jeru the Damaja,
Minny Pops,
The Walker Brothers,
Ralphi Rosario,
Leonard Cohen,
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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.