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 Israel and from Beijing.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Scratch Acid to the crunk 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 Infiniti. All the underground hits.
All Fort Wilson Riot tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ten City 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terrestrial Tones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABBA,
Amazonics,
Piero Umiliani,
Symarip,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Stetsasonic,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Index,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Harmonia,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bobby Sherman,
Andrew Hill,
June of 44,
Moss Icon,
The Fuzztones,
Sight & Sound,
Dawn Penn,
R.M.O.,
John Cale,
Cluster,
Arcadia,
Arab on Radar,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Wire,
Jeff Mills,
Quando Quango,
Alphaville,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
JFA,
Fugazi,
The Wake,
Byron Stingily,
MC5,
Junior Murvin,
Swell Maps,
Animal Collective,
Graham Central Station,
Glenn Branca,
The Sonics,
X-101,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Colin Newman,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Altered Images,
Joyce Sims,
Sam Rivers,
The Smiths,
Freddie Wadling,
Ultra Naté,
Deepchord,
Shuggie Otis,
Stockholm Monsters,
Brand Nubian,
the Association,
Talk Talk,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Five Americans,
Cheater Slicks,
New York Dolls,
Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water.
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.