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 Slovakia and from Bologna.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Jesus and Mary Chain 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 Flash Fearless. All the underground hits.
All The Golliwogs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Michelle Simonal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sixth Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stockholm Monsters,
Trumans Water,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sonic Youth,
The American Breed,
Motorama,
Skarface,
Arcadia,
Radiopuhelimet,
Kool Moe Dee,
Tropical Tobacco,
New Age Steppers,
Joe Finger,
Eddi Front,
Hardrive,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sight & Sound,
Crash Course in Science,
Bill Near,
Fat Boys,
Jeff Mills,
Warren Ellis,
Prince Buster,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Barrington Levy,
Derrick Morgan,
The Barracudas,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Drexciya,
Josef K,
Siglo XX,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Yellowson,
Soul II Soul,
Surgeon,
Al Stewart,
Juan Atkins,
Kayak,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Chris Corsano,
Sixth Finger,
The Slits,
the Human League,
The Index,
Cameo,
Yusef Lateef,
Audionom,
Kaleidoscope,
Marc Almond,
Gerry Rafferty,
Duran Duran,
Fort Wilson Riot,
MDC,
Danielle Patucci,
Y Pants,
The Durutti Column,
Interpol,
Barclay James Harvest,
Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade.
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.