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 Indonesia and from New York.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 spring reverb 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 Maurizio to the rock 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 Suicide. All the underground hits.
All Liliput tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echospace 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mighty Diamonds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Hood,
ABC,
The Move,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lou Reed,
Eric Copeland,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Pretty Things,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Interpol,
Maurizio,
The Five Americans,
Fela Kuti,
Pole,
Rosa Yemen,
Girls At Our Best!,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sex Pistols,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Techniques,
Matthew Halsall,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Skaos,
Wally Richardson,
Alton Ellis,
Dead Boys,
Ituana,
Wolf Eyes,
Leonard Cohen,
The Names,
The Electric Prunes,
Minor Threat,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Gun Club,
Avey Tare,
Accadde A,
Matthew Bourne,
Pharoah Sanders,
Kas Product,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Jeff Mills,
Prince Buster,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
E-Dancer,
Peter & Gordon,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Letta Mbulu,
Aaron Thompson,
MDC,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Idris Muhammad,
Talk Talk,
Barrington Levy,
Anakelly,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Visage,
Anthony Braxton,
Lebanon Hanover,
Joe Smooth,
Guru Guru,
Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti.
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.