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 Haiti 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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 spring reverb 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 The Men They Couldn't Hang to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Royal Trux. All the underground hits.
All Lightning Bolt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ponytail record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moby Grape record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
ABC,
48th St. Collective,
Lou Christie,
Hoover,
Duran Duran,
Von Mondo,
DJ Style,
Ronan,
Jerry's Kids,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gil Scott Heron,
Subhumans,
Pylon,
Ornette Coleman,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Pharoah Sanders,
Roxette,
Trumans Water,
Ultra Naté,
Alice Coltrane,
Vainqueur,
Archie Shepp,
Khruangbin,
Camberwell Now,
Half Japanese,
Los Fastidios,
Chris & Cosey,
Don Cherry,
Fat Boys,
Roger Hodgson,
Loose Ends,
Groovy Waters,
Panda Bear,
Suburban Knight,
Massinfluence,
Fugazi,
Heaven 17,
Harmonia,
Lee Hazlewood,
Mission of Burma,
Bizarre Inc.,
Maurizio,
Bronski Beat,
Throbbing Gristle,
Eric B and Rakim,
Man Eating Sloth,
Crispian St. Peters,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Joe Smooth,
Jeff Mills,
Lou Reed,
Sonic Youth,
The Gap Band,
JFA,
Lalann,
Pierre Henry,
F. McDonald,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Rakim,
Ohio Players,
Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones.
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.