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 Belarus and from Lille.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 The Alarm Clocks 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 Skaos. All the underground hits.
All Clear Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Motions 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Gang Dance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soulsonic Force,
The Knickerbockers,
Masters at Work,
Ultra Naté,
The Associates,
Clear Light,
Jeru the Damaja,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Eurythmics,
Joe Finger,
Severed Heads,
One Last Wish,
Lindisfarne,
The Slackers,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Walker Brothers,
Joy Division,
The Mummies,
Animal Collective,
Alice Coltrane,
The Blues Magoos,
Banda Bassotti,
The Velvet Underground,
Marcia Griffiths,
Donald Byrd,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
James White and The Blacks,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Smoke,
Blossom Toes,
The Remains,
Dual Sessions,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Black Pus,
the Normal,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Henry Cow,
Radiohead,
June Days,
Intrusion,
Tomorrow,
Buzzcocks,
Section 25,
Thee Headcoats,
Faust,
Gang Starr,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Jacob Miller,
Joensuu 1685,
AZ,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Urselle,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Saccharine Trust,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Monks,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
These Immortal Souls,
The Saints,
Mars, Mars, Mars, Mars.
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.