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 Ethiopia and from Stockholm.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
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 John Coltrane to the grime 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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All The Move tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wire 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sixth Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Mr. Review,
The Martian,
Connie Case,
Steve Hackett,
FM Einheit,
Mo-Dettes,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Rotary Connection,
Wire,
Barbara Tucker,
The Slackers,
Blossom Toes,
ABBA,
Danielle Patucci,
Ituana,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Evens,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Don Cherry,
Ossler,
Quando Quango,
James White and The Blacks,
Accadde A,
Bauhaus,
Ornette Coleman,
The Shadows of Knight,
Laurel Aitken,
Pharoah Sanders,
Skarface,
Freddie Wadling,
Bush Tetras,
Roger Hodgson,
Au Pairs,
Harry Pussy,
Lungfish,
the Human League,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Carl Craig,
Sister Nancy,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Malaria!,
Donald Byrd,
Pussy Galore,
The Pop Group,
Bad Manners,
Kaleidoscope,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Dead C,
The Wake,
Yellowson,
Moss Icon,
Drive Like Jehu,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Parry Music,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
A Certain Ratio,
Archie Shepp,
B.T. Express,
June Days,
Deakin, Deakin, Deakin, Deakin.
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.