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 France and from Tehran.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Oneida to the rap 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 Wasted Youth. All the underground hits.
All Sunsets and Hearts tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rakim 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Flock of Seagulls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Piero Umiliani,
Isaac Hayes,
Sparks,
John Cale,
The Wake,
Kerrie Biddell,
One Last Wish,
Sixth Finger,
Theoretical Girls,
The Moody Blues,
Radiohead,
The Tremeloes,
Cymande,
Gregory Isaacs,
Reagan Youth,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
the Germs,
Minny Pops,
La Düsseldorf,
Eyeless In Gaza,
LL Cool J,
H. Thieme,
June of 44,
Drexciya,
Supertramp,
Mr. Review,
Malaria!,
Sam Rivers,
Brand Nubian,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Tommy Roe,
Goldenarms,
The Techniques,
Big Daddy Kane,
Chris Corsano,
The Seeds,
Infiniti,
The Vogues,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Faust,
Y Pants,
The Blackbyrds,
Crispian St. Peters,
Johnny Osbourne,
Avey Tare,
Panda Bear,
the Sonics,
Nik Kershaw,
Vladislav Delay,
Aloha Tigers,
Flamin' Groovies,
World's Most,
The Cowsills,
Chrome,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Average White Band,
Judy Mowatt,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ralphi Rosario,
UT,
Eddi Front,
The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves.
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.