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 Panama and from Taipei.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 sitar 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 Invisible to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Grey Daturas. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Bourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blake Baxter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alice Coltrane,
Khruangbin,
Au Pairs,
Scrapy,
Pantytec,
Angry Samoans,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Siglo XX,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Japan,
Ponytail,
Cecil Taylor,
The Music Machine,
Warren Ellis,
Vladislav Delay,
Kerrie Biddell,
Tears for Fears,
Cheater Slicks,
Stetsasonic,
Urselle,
X-101,
The Gap Band,
Pulsallama,
Grandmaster Flash,
Albert Ayler,
Franke,
Mark Hollis,
Roxette,
Gil Scott Heron,
Livin' Joy,
the Sonics,
Parry Music,
Ken Boothe,
Chris Corsano,
Youth Brigade,
Drexciya,
Gang of Four,
MDC,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Cybotron,
Scratch Acid,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Eric Copeland,
Brothers Johnson,
Black Moon,
Connie Case,
La Düsseldorf,
Pet Shop Boys,
Robert Hood,
The Human League,
Skriet,
Lee Hazlewood,
the Germs,
Reuben Wilson,
The Detroit Cobras,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Circle Jerks,
Bad Manners,
Depeche Mode,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish.
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.