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 Belize and from Tehran.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Manchester.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the theremin 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 Wire to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Surgeon. All the underground hits.
All Alison Limerick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a D'Angelo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
One Last Wish,
Panda Bear,
Janne Schatter,
Hasil Adkins,
Skriet,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Pet Shop Boys,
Spandau Ballet,
The Doors,
The Misunderstood,
Cecil Taylor,
The Detroit Cobras,
Pantytec,
Derrick Morgan,
Alton Ellis,
Michelle Simonal,
Max Romeo,
Pharoah Sanders,
Jeff Lynne,
The Gun Club,
Quando Quango,
Joyce Sims,
Yellowson,
Tubeway Army,
Bob Dylan,
Sun City Girls,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gang Starr,
World's Most,
Marshall Jefferson,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Cure,
Pagans,
Slick Rick,
Skarface,
Sonic Youth,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Eden Ahbez,
Infiniti,
Al Stewart,
David McCallum,
The Index,
Soulsonic Force,
the Bar-Kays,
Marine Girls,
Terrestrial Tones,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Doobie Brothers,
Make Up,
The Monks,
Depeche Mode,
Shoche,
The Victims,
Simply Red,
Magma,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
James White and The Blacks,
ABC,
Hardrive,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sonny Sharrock,
Inner City,
Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth.
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.