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 Lesotho and from Milan.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Velvet Underground to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Terry Callier. All the underground hits.
All The Men They Couldn't Hang tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anthony Braxton 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alphaville record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aaron Thompson,
The Busters,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
June Days,
PIL,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Moody Blues,
Kevin Saunderson,
Mark Hollis,
Second Layer,
Lalann,
Archie Shepp,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Main Source,
Flipper,
Agitation Free,
Ituana,
Reagan Youth,
Deakin,
Livin' Joy,
Ultra Naté,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Slackers,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Young Marble Giants,
Nas,
John Coltrane,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Animal Collective,
Cybotron,
Sam Rivers,
The Knickerbockers,
Radio Birdman,
The Tremeloes,
Warsaw,
Goldenarms,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Byron Stingily,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Fuzztones,
Magma,
10cc,
Ultimate Spinach,
Clear Light,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Deadbeat,
Quadrant,
Basic Channel,
Inner City,
Terry Callier,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Vladislav Delay,
Spoonie Gee,
Throbbing Gristle,
Delta 5,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band.
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.