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 Oman and from Milan.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Mumbai.
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 arpeggiator 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 Pierre Henry to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 X-102. All the underground hits.
All James Chance & The Contortions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alphaville 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Adolescents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quantec,
Traffic Nightmare,
Faust,
Harmonia,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Dirtbombs,
8 Eyed Spy,
Joe Finger,
Dark Day,
Junior Murvin,
Urselle,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Supertramp,
David McCallum,
The Raincoats,
Derrick May,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Crime,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Joyce Sims,
E-Dancer,
Derrick Morgan,
Yaz,
Jandek,
Rakim,
Roy Ayers,
This Heat,
Robert Görl,
Michelle Simonal,
Cymande,
Prince Buster,
The Music Machine,
Maurizio,
Amon Düül II,
Neu!,
The Associates,
Funky Four + One,
The Dead C,
Aswad,
FM Einheit,
Henry Cow,
Danielle Patucci,
The Count Five,
Lower 48,
Gabor Szabo,
F. McDonald,
Gregory Isaacs,
Tears for Fears,
Lalo Schifrin,
Pagans,
Mr. Review,
Wire,
The Star Department,
Jacques Brel,
Lee Hazlewood,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
48th St. Collective,
Magazine,
The Index,
Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow.
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.