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 Kyrgyzstan 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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Oppenheimer Analysis to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 New Christs. All the underground hits.
All The Toasters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pet Shop Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aural Exciters,
Al Stewart,
New Order,
Glenn Branca,
Brand Nubian,
Archie Shepp,
Moebius,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bobby Womack,
The Index,
Little Man,
Nas,
Scratch Acid,
The Fire Engines,
Donald Byrd,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Warren Ellis,
Symarip,
Altered Images,
Camouflage,
Rod Modell,
Alton Ellis,
Marshall Jefferson,
DNA,
Trumans Water,
Circle Jerks,
Intrusion,
Chrome,
Pole,
Brothers Johnson,
Lalann,
T. Rex,
Sarah Menescal,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Skarface,
The Victims,
Loose Ends,
Thee Headcoats,
Deepchord,
It's A Beautiful Day,
In Retrospect,
Yusef Lateef,
Q65,
The Smoke,
Stereo Dub,
Y Pants,
Second Layer,
Graham Central Station,
Quando Quango,
10cc,
Stiv Bators,
The Blues Magoos,
Hot Snakes,
Arab on Radar,
Letta Mbulu,
Ultra Naté,
Leonard Cohen,
Black Moon,
Matthew Bourne,
Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield.
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.