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 Singapore and from Shanghai.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 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 Leonard Cohen to the techno 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 Adolescents. All the underground hits.
All Archie Shepp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nils Olav record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Vogues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dawn Penn,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Erykah Badu,
Sonic Youth,
Mad Mike,
Jandek,
K-Klass,
The Leaves,
Clear Light,
Cameo,
Mission of Burma,
Pylon,
Fad Gadget,
Lalann,
Eric B and Rakim,
Oblivians,
Hot Snakes,
Outsiders,
Deepchord,
Radio Birdman,
Cal Tjader,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Offenders,
Smog,
X-102,
Make Up,
Pole,
Fat Boys,
Dennis Brown,
Sarah Menescal,
The Seeds,
Easy Going,
Ten City,
Jerry's Kids,
Johnny Clarke,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Essential Logic,
Stiv Bators,
The Raincoats,
Malaria!,
Traffic Nightmare,
JFA,
The Associates,
The Misunderstood,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Chris Corsano,
Newcleus,
Crispy Ambulance,
Joyce Sims,
Stockholm Monsters,
Intrusion,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
One Last Wish,
Idris Muhammad,
Reuben Wilson,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Hasil Adkins,
Terry Callier,
Bauhaus,
The Happenings,
Minny Pops,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr.
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.