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 Denmark and from Mumbai.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Desert Stars to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Aaron Thompson. All the underground hits.
All John Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wings 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angry Samoans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quantec,
Danielle Patucci,
Rekid,
Juan Atkins,
Shuggie Otis,
Porter Ricks,
The Knickerbockers,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Jawbox,
Popol Vuh,
Ossler,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Buzzcocks,
Scott Walker,
Faraquet,
UT,
Roxy Music,
Oblivians,
Altered Images,
Ronan,
Black Sheep,
Pagans,
Alison Limerick,
Alton Ellis,
Pet Shop Boys,
Liliput,
Boredoms,
China Crisis,
The Monochrome Set,
Wally Richardson,
Blossom Toes,
DNA,
Echospace,
Joensuu 1685,
New York Dolls,
Soft Machine,
Scratch Acid,
Warren Ellis,
A Certain Ratio,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Roxette,
Second Layer,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Cramps,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Khruangbin,
The Seeds,
The Stooges,
Slick Rick,
The Black Dice,
Subhumans,
Neil Young,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Hashim,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Wolf Eyes,
Smog,
the Fania All-Stars,
Technova, Technova, Technova, Technova.
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.