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 Mozambique and from Salvador.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 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 Quadrant to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Faraquet. All the underground hits.
All Visage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tim Buckley,
the Swans,
The Gladiators,
X-Ray Spex,
Marvin Gaye,
The Fall,
Quando Quango,
Eden Ahbez,
Subhumans,
The Sound,
Scan 7,
Franke,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
kango's stein massive,
the Bar-Kays,
The Divine Comedy,
Hashim,
Aural Exciters,
Eurythmics,
Scrapy,
Pierre Henry,
Swans,
Hardrive,
Au Pairs,
Qualms,
Guru Guru,
Jandek,
The Slackers,
The Saints,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Flash Fearless,
Agitation Free,
Little Man,
Whodini,
Niagra,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bobbi Humphrey,
T.S.O.L.,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
MDC,
Crooked Eye,
Porter Ricks,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
FM Einheit,
Radiohead,
Fugazi,
Charles Mingus,
Negative Approach,
DJ Sneak,
Sällskapet,
Zero Boys,
Newcleus,
The Mummies,
The Dead C,
David Bowie,
Sugar Minott,
Simply Red,
Soulsonic Force,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Electric Prunes,
Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren.
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.