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 Laos and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 Portland and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 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 Lou Christie to the techno 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 the Association. All the underground hits.
All Alphaville tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rapeman 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Franke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funky Four + One,
Lightning Bolt,
Gang Gang Dance,
Amon Düül,
The Neon Judgement,
Clear Light,
Sam Rivers,
EPMD,
Al Stewart,
The Names,
Kas Product,
Faust,
Pussy Galore,
Trumans Water,
The Black Dice,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Althea and Donna,
Nick Fraelich,
Grey Daturas,
Crispy Ambulance,
Avey Tare,
The Smiths,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Gladiators,
Zero Boys,
Desert Stars,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Eric Dolphy,
Grandmaster Flash,
Eric B and Rakim,
Fat Boys,
The Saints,
Dual Sessions,
Traffic Nightmare,
Yazoo,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Scrapy,
the Sonics,
Das Ding,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Joy Division,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Radiohead,
Lebanon Hanover,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Wire,
David Axelrod,
Animal Collective,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Litter,
Interpol,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Zeros,
Essential Logic,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Tubeway Army,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Echospace, Echospace, Echospace, Echospace.
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.