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 Norway and from Spokane.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Malaria! to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Tubeway Army. All the underground hits.
All Lebanon Hanover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young & Crazy Horse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Piero Umiliani record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Sheep,
Gong,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Associates,
Absolute Body Control,
Tres Demented,
Colin Newman,
Tears for Fears,
Underground Resistance,
Alton Ellis,
The Misunderstood,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Brass Construction,
Electric Prunes,
The Trojans,
Depeche Mode,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lalann,
Hot Snakes,
Lightning Bolt,
Blossom Toes,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
the Slits,
The Last Poets,
Rakim,
The Young Rascals,
Pulsallama,
Gastr Del Sol,
Pussy Galore,
Leonard Cohen,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Harmonia,
L. Decosne,
The Remains,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
KRS-One,
DJ Style,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Smiths,
Young Marble Giants,
The Fuzztones,
Roger Hodgson,
Wasted Youth,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
48th St. Collective,
Talk Talk,
The Smoke,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The United States of America,
Circle Jerks,
Bill Wells,
The Neon Judgement,
Pagans,
Zero Boys,
Section 25,
The Dead C,
Brothers Johnson,
Boz Scaggs,
Essential Logic,
Panda Bear,
Unrelated Segments,
Mantronix,
Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas.
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.