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 Netherlands and from Lyon.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 808 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 Nick Fraelich to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Jesus and Mary Chain. All the underground hits.
All kango's stein massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heaven 17 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kayak,
Kas Product,
UT,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Vogues,
Thompson Twins,
Gong,
Barry Ungar,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Searchers,
Gang of Four,
Shoche,
Cluster,
Thee Headcoats,
Malaria!,
The Human League,
Rufus Thomas,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Essential Logic,
Sex Pistols,
The Monochrome Set,
Silicon Teens,
Aloha Tigers,
Cymande,
Supertramp,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Wings,
Simply Red,
Darondo,
Severed Heads,
Quadrant,
Fear,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Pussy Galore,
The Kinks,
Symarip,
Boogie Down Productions,
In Retrospect,
Anthony Braxton,
The Seeds,
Aural Exciters,
Reuben Wilson,
Toni Rubio,
The Remains,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Smiths,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Public Enemy,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Tommy Roe,
Sonny Sharrock,
Warren Ellis,
Alice Coltrane,
D'Angelo,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
the Swans, the Swans, the Swans, the Swans.
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.