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 Toronto.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Accra.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Thee Headcoats to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Blues Magoos. All the underground hits.
All Rotary Connection tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Raincoats 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Alarm Clocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quadrant,
A Certain Ratio,
DJ Style,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Clear Light,
Oneida,
Television Personalities,
Chrome,
U.S. Maple,
The Tremeloes,
Rosa Yemen,
Interpol,
The Count Five,
The Fuzztones,
Ossler,
The Move,
Sight & Sound,
Crooked Eye,
Rod Modell,
Lou Reed,
Bush Tetras,
Marmalade,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lower 48,
The Toasters,
China Crisis,
Organ,
Avey Tare,
The Sonics,
The Slackers,
Jeff Mills,
The Motions,
Q and Not U,
Cluster,
Monolake,
Cheater Slicks,
the Bar-Kays,
The Misunderstood,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Kayak,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Angels of Light,
Scion,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Hashim,
Bizarre Inc.,
Joensuu 1685,
Kurtis Blow,
New Order,
The Fugs,
Amon Düül,
Eric Copeland,
Outsiders,
Erykah Badu,
Newcleus,
The Residents,
Section 25,
Joey Negro,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Nick Fraelich,
Reuben Wilson,
Banda Bassotti,
Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis.
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.