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 Suriname and from Delhi.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Whodini to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Rosa Yemen. All the underground hits.
All Iggy Pop tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eurythmics 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Flag,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Das Ding,
The Gun Club,
Scott Walker,
T.S.O.L.,
Kas Product,
Amazonics,
The Black Dice,
Interpol,
Neu!,
Leonard Cohen,
Eve St. Jones,
the Association,
Alice Coltrane,
Bootsy Collins,
Robert Görl,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Shuggie Otis,
The Star Department,
Bobby Womack,
Jacques Brel,
Throbbing Gristle,
Los Fastidios,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Beasts of Bourbon,
Idris Muhammad,
Banda Bassotti,
The Fall,
Circle Jerks,
Duran Duran,
The Saints,
Drexciya,
Tropical Tobacco,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gang Green,
Erykah Badu,
Pantytec,
The Durutti Column,
Scratch Acid,
Basic Channel,
Arcadia,
The Red Krayola,
Morten Harket,
June of 44,
JFA,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The New Christs,
Brick,
Pantaleimon,
The Alarm Clocks,
Metal Thangz,
Glenn Branca,
The Monochrome Set,
New York Dolls,
Junior Murvin,
Yazoo,
Agent Orange,
The Leaves,
Tim Buckley,
The Misunderstood,
Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can.
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.