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 Czech Republic and from Salvador.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 organ 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 Accadde A to the funk 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 Anakelly. All the underground hits.
All Ronan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Barracudas 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gong,
Sun Ra,
Smog,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Doobie Brothers,
Los Fastidios,
Soft Cell,
Index,
the Soft Cell,
DNA,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Faust,
Amon Düül,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Funky Four + One,
Easy Going,
Ralphi Rosario,
Pet Shop Boys,
Tubeway Army,
Symarip,
Ten City,
Pere Ubu,
Dark Day,
Skaos,
Animal Collective,
Isaac Hayes,
Soft Machine,
Susan Cadogan,
Black Moon,
Electric Light Orchestra,
the Bar-Kays,
Bluetip,
Sarah Menescal,
Aloha Tigers,
Circle Jerks,
Rakim,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Motorama,
Jeff Mills,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ludus,
Young Marble Giants,
The Fall,
The Moody Blues,
Cecil Taylor,
The Moleskins,
Black Pus,
Whodini,
Tropical Tobacco,
Moebius,
The Seeds,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Alphaville,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gang Starr,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sister Nancy,
Crime,
Big Daddy Kane,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths.
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.