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 Grenada and from Mexico City.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Judy Mowatt to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Jacob Miller. All the underground hits.
All Minny Pops tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kango’s Stein Massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Newcleus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Modern Lovers,
The Names,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ponytail,
Maleditus Sound,
Lucky Dragons,
Procol Harum,
Scientists,
The Toasters,
Piero Umiliani,
John Cale,
The Stooges,
Ituana,
Faust,
Loose Ends,
Q and Not U,
Aural Exciters,
The Durutti Column,
The Cowsills,
Tomorrow,
Harpers Bizarre,
Pet Shop Boys,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Slackers,
Sparks,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bad Manners,
Jimmy McGriff,
China Crisis,
The Zeros,
Funkadelic,
The Pop Group,
Index,
Alison Limerick,
Minutemen,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Leonard Cohen,
Jacob Miller,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Yusef Lateef,
Chris Corsano,
Radiopuhelimet,
Icehouse,
Echospace,
Harmonia,
the Association,
Barbara Tucker,
Cecil Taylor,
Jandek,
Hasil Adkins,
Minor Threat,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Dave Gahan,
Sandy B,
Zero Boys,
Panda Bear,
Barry Ungar,
Skriet,
Gerry Rafferty,
Thee Headcoats,
Sällskapet,
Sarah Menescal,
Arcadia,
Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts.
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.