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 Suriname and from Shanghai.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Juan Atkins to the grunge 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 New York Dolls. All the underground hits.
All Glenn Branca tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Urselle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Intrusion,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Moody Blues,
Sam Rivers,
Donald Byrd,
Faust,
Erykah Badu,
La Düsseldorf,
The Fuzztones,
Alison Limerick,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ten City,
LL Cool J,
Cheater Slicks,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Vogues,
Nick Fraelich,
These Immortal Souls,
Ultimate Spinach,
Crash Course in Science,
Scan 7,
Kevin Saunderson,
Model 500,
Tim Buckley,
Y Pants,
Dennis Brown,
H. Thieme,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Flipper,
Arab on Radar,
The Leaves,
Albert Ayler,
Mark Hollis,
Metal Thangz,
The Misunderstood,
Big Daddy Kane,
Schoolly D,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Victims,
Mr. Review,
EPMD,
Amon Düül,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Harmonia,
Kerri Chandler,
The Martian,
Eve St. Jones,
Judy Mowatt,
Aural Exciters,
Slave,
Flamin' Groovies,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Warsaw,
Supertramp,
Rotary Connection,
Spandau Ballet,
Anthony Braxton,
The Last Poets,
Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light.
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.