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 Brazil and from Seoul.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 marimba 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 Jeff Mills to the dance 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 Gastr Del Sol. All the underground hits.
All Art Ensemble Of Chicago tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Alarm Clocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moody Blues,
Interpol,
The Mummies,
E-Dancer,
Eric Copeland,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Warren Ellis,
Danielle Patucci,
Yusef Lateef,
A Certain Ratio,
Scrapy,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Joensuu 1685,
Idris Muhammad,
Maurizio,
Todd Terry,
Scientists,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Delon & Dalcan,
Marmalade,
Q65,
Joe Smooth,
Underground Resistance,
Alison Limerick,
Swell Maps,
Faust,
Lakeside,
Gong,
The Knickerbockers,
The Blackbyrds,
Roxette,
These Immortal Souls,
Newcleus,
James White and The Blacks,
Tubeway Army,
Peter and Kerry,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
David Axelrod,
Whodini,
Byron Stingily,
Technova,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Real Kids,
Sixth Finger,
Amon Düül II,
Lou Reed,
Urselle,
June Days,
Leonard Cohen,
The Dirtbombs,
The Durutti Column,
Kaleidoscope,
Chris & Cosey,
Heaven 17,
Eden Ahbez,
Wolf Eyes,
Barclay James Harvest,
The American Breed,
Glenn Branca,
Severed Heads,
The Names,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sandy B,
The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible.
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.