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 Nigeria 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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 synthesizer 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 Peanut Butter Conspiracy to the grime 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 Supertramp. All the underground hits.
All These Immortal Souls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barclay James Harvest record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minutemen,
Babytalk,
DJ Sneak,
New Order,
Scan 7,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Blues Magoos,
Ultimate Spinach,
U.S. Maple,
Jawbox,
Funky Four + One,
Anthony Braxton,
Thee Headcoats,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Andrew Hill,
David McCallum,
Eden Ahbez,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Human League,
The Divine Comedy,
The Litter,
Arthur Verocai,
Albert Ayler,
Subhumans,
The Techniques,
The Blackbyrds,
Janne Schatter,
Adolescents,
Lee Hazlewood,
Animal Collective,
L. Decosne,
Laurel Aitken,
Absolute Body Control,
Judy Mowatt,
Brass Construction,
Au Pairs,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sarah Menescal,
Zero Boys,
Vainqueur,
Section 25,
Stockholm Monsters,
Tears for Fears,
Bill Wells,
Bush Tetras,
Erasure,
Roxy Music,
Skarface,
The Monochrome Set,
Brand Nubian,
The Last Poets,
Young Marble Giants,
Pantytec,
Neu!,
DJ Style,
The Birthday Party,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Blake Baxter,
One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish.
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.