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 Bangladesh and from Bologna.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Raincoats to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Morten Harket. All the underground hits.
All The Associates tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Khruangbin 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hot Snakes,
10cc,
Yazoo,
Cal Tjader,
Q and Not U,
Pussy Galore,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Carl Craig,
Clear Light,
The Standells,
Archie Shepp,
Dark Day,
The Human League,
PIL,
Laurel Aitken,
The Kinks,
Black Moon,
Motorama,
Monks,
Index,
Bauhaus,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Frankie Knuckles,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Technova,
Sight & Sound,
Jerry's Kids,
The Fall,
Ralphi Rosario,
Main Source,
Rod Modell,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Guru Guru,
OOIOO,
Tomorrow,
the Slits,
Chris Corsano,
Kayak,
Tom Boy,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Icehouse,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Heaven 17,
Altered Images,
Skaos,
Pulsallama,
Nils Olav,
Yellowson,
Lyres,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
F. McDonald,
Kevin Saunderson,
B.T. Express,
Scan 7,
Arthur Verocai,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Maurizio,
DJ Sneak,
Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters.
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.