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 Liberia and from Bremen.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 rhodes 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 Soulsonic Force to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 James Chance & The Contortions. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Selector Dub Narcotic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Fania All-Stars,
John Coltrane,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lightning Bolt,
Ten City,
Fear,
Graham Central Station,
Darondo,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Scott Walker,
Y Pants,
Don Cherry,
Brick,
Sexual Harrassment,
Black Moon,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Warsaw,
10cc,
Metal Thangz,
Yaz,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Swell Maps,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Seeds,
Average White Band,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Howard Jones,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Crispian St. Peters,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Flesh Eaters,
Schoolly D,
The Gladiators,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Eli Mardock,
The Kinks,
Pussy Galore,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
One Last Wish,
Amon Düül,
Camberwell Now,
Althea and Donna,
Cecil Taylor,
Magma,
Sex Pistols,
Supertramp,
The Fire Engines,
Tom Boy,
X-Ray Spex,
48th St. Collective,
In Retrospect,
Interpol,
Warren Ellis,
Danielle Patucci,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Joensuu 1685,
Minny Pops,
Jeff Mills,
Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape.
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.