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 Senegal and from Accra.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 marimba 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 The Human League to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Lakeside. All the underground hits.
All Newcleus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
It's A Beautiful Day,
T. Rex,
Panda Bear,
Pagans,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Move,
John Cale,
kango's stein massive,
Anakelly,
These Immortal Souls,
The Gun Club,
The Fall,
Aaron Thompson,
Gang Starr,
DNA,
The Kinks,
Laurel Aitken,
The Walker Brothers,
The Skatalites,
Tommy Roe,
Absolute Body Control,
Fatback Band,
Bill Wells,
Nirvana,
Amon Düül,
The Modern Lovers,
Man Parrish,
Yazoo,
MC5,
Glambeats Corp.,
Dave Gahan,
Sugar Minott,
Audionom,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Interpol,
Althea and Donna,
Ohio Players,
the Bar-Kays,
Moebius,
Eurythmics,
Bobby Byrd,
The Invisible,
The Standells,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Dorothy Ashby,
Kerri Chandler,
The Young Rascals,
Eve St. Jones,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Wasted Youth,
The Moleskins,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Leaves,
Matthew Halsall,
X-Ray Spex,
The Neon Judgement,
Suburban Knight,
Alice Coltrane,
Hashim,
Agent Orange,
The Raincoats,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra.
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.