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 Malta and from Spokane.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Lou Reed 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 Subhumans to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Count Five. All the underground hits.
All Fad Gadget tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scientists record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funkadelic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
48th St. Collective,
JFA,
Funky Four + One,
Marc Almond,
Jandek,
Peter & Gordon,
Pagans,
The J.B.'s,
Girls At Our Best!,
Negative Approach,
Gil Scott Heron,
Severed Heads,
Deakin,
The Kinks,
UT,
The Smiths,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Aaron Thompson,
Sarah Menescal,
Loose Ends,
Roxette,
Moby Grape,
Sixth Finger,
Q and Not U,
Malaria!,
Alice Coltrane,
Jeru the Damaja,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
DNA,
X-102,
Ludus,
Smog,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Alton Ellis,
The Human League,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Moss Icon,
Rites of Spring,
Slick Rick,
Jacob Miller,
Sight & Sound,
New Order,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Young Rascals,
Echospace,
The Durutti Column,
The Velvet Underground,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sun City Girls,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Dual Sessions,
T.S.O.L.,
Robert Hood,
Derrick Morgan,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Mantronix,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Neon Judgement,
Massinfluence,
Rhythm & Sound,
Marcia Griffiths,
Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective.
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.