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 Turkmenistan and from Toronto.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Peter and Kerry to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Fluxion. All the underground hits.
All Schoolly D tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eyeless In Gaza record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a AZ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suburban Knight,
Kerri Chandler,
Rites of Spring,
UT,
The Selecter,
Erasure,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gang Gang Dance,
the Swans,
Aural Exciters,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Nas,
Anthony Braxton,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bobby Sherman,
The J.B.'s,
The Motions,
Morten Harket,
Tommy Roe,
Chrome,
Bronski Beat,
The Residents,
The Mummies,
Groovy Waters,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Negative Approach,
Flipper,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Nils Olav,
Yellowson,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Cowsills,
Unwound,
Bill Near,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Red Krayola,
Marshall Jefferson,
Mr. Review,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Fugs,
Japan,
Country Teasers,
The Black Dice,
Sällskapet,
Soft Machine,
Rod Modell,
John Foxx,
Pierre Henry,
Sparks,
Absolute Body Control,
X-102,
Sixth Finger,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Joyce Sims,
Deadbeat,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sonny Sharrock,
Silicon Teens,
The American Breed,
Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye.
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.