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 Uganda and from Calgary.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers to the techno 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 Hasil Adkins. All the underground hits.
All Tears for Fears tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Carl Craig 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stiv Bators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
LL Cool J,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Chris & Cosey,
The Seeds,
The Black Dice,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Mission of Burma,
Monks,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Roxette,
Franke,
Wolf Eyes,
Ralphi Rosario,
Talk Talk,
Deakin,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Doors,
Sound Behaviour,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Basic Channel,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Niagra,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Tubeway Army,
Marcia Griffiths,
Connie Case,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Terry Callier,
Neil Young,
The Residents,
Joyce Sims,
OOIOO,
Y Pants,
The Durutti Column,
Masters at Work,
Tom Boy,
Fluxion,
Derrick May,
Average White Band,
Joy Division,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Gun Club,
Desert Stars,
Sparks,
The Remains,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Arab on Radar,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Laurel Aitken,
Stiv Bators,
Alice Coltrane,
Steve Hackett,
Magazine,
Bang On A Can,
The Pretty Things,
X-102,
Dawn Penn,
Bobby Byrd,
Mark Hollis,
Black Flag,
The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke.
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.