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 Tajikistan and from Calgary.
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 Delhi and Manchester.
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 oboe 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 DeepChord presents Echospace to the techno 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 Jerry's Kids. All the underground hits.
All the Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jawbox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacob Miller record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Kinks,
F. McDonald,
Lindisfarne,
Black Bananas,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sound Behaviour,
Eve St. Jones,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Skarface,
Interpol,
The Dave Clark Five,
DNA,
Fat Boys,
The Knickerbockers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lyres,
Aural Exciters,
Crash Course in Science,
Half Japanese,
Gong,
Dead Boys,
Trumans Water,
Joey Negro,
Bang On A Can,
Susan Cadogan,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Warsaw,
the Soft Cell,
Bauhaus,
Joe Finger,
Oneida,
Mark Hollis,
Delon & Dalcan,
Tropical Tobacco,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Remains,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Alarm Clocks,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Basic Channel,
The Cramps,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Dennis Brown,
Rites of Spring,
The Offenders,
Royal Trux,
Roger Hodgson,
Crooked Eye,
David McCallum,
Camouflage,
New Order,
The Associates,
the Fania All-Stars,
Unwound,
Visage,
Sight & Sound,
Davy DMX,
Rosa Yemen,
Lower 48,
Gastr Del Sol,
Babytalk,
Moebius,
Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade.
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.