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 Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Surgeon to the jazz 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 Lalo Schifrin. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Shadows of Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sällskapet,
Swell Maps,
Loose Ends,
Organ,
Radiopuhelimet,
KRS-One,
Von Mondo,
Das Ding,
Marmalade,
Man Eating Sloth,
Rod Modell,
The Associates,
Hoover,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
June of 44,
Yellowson,
Pierre Henry,
Dead Boys,
Susan Cadogan,
The Dead C,
Flash Fearless,
Minutemen,
Brothers Johnson,
Bauhaus,
Monolake,
The Busters,
The Human League,
Kaleidoscope,
Black Flag,
Dennis Brown,
The Knickerbockers,
Vladislav Delay,
Joy Division,
The Standells,
The Modern Lovers,
The Trojans,
Scratch Acid,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Barbara Tucker,
Gang Starr,
The Music Machine,
the Soft Cell,
Darondo,
Can,
Country Teasers,
Minnie Riperton,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
D'Angelo,
Pantaleimon,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Piero Umiliani,
Camouflage,
The Neon Judgement,
Albert Ayler,
Barrington Levy,
the Swans,
The Blackbyrds,
Thee Headcoats,
Tommy Roe,
Aaron Thompson,
Symarip, Symarip, Symarip, Symarip.
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.