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 Monaco and from Stockholm.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Cecil Taylor to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Deakin. All the underground hits.
All Marc Almond tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warsaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Barracudas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lungfish,
Duran Duran,
L. Decosne,
Donald Byrd,
Agitation Free,
X-101,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Todd Terry,
Rapeman,
Sexual Harrassment,
Flash Fearless,
Suicide,
The Red Krayola,
Liliput,
Buzzcocks,
Gregory Isaacs,
Supertramp,
Icehouse,
Agent Orange,
Arab on Radar,
Tubeway Army,
Kayak,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Soulsonic Force,
Blossom Toes,
Eli Mardock,
Unwound,
H. Thieme,
Neil Young,
Black Sheep,
The Martian,
Yazoo,
Piero Umiliani,
ABC,
Scratch Acid,
Minny Pops,
Electric Prunes,
Slave,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Cowsills,
Cheater Slicks,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Man Parrish,
Hot Snakes,
One Last Wish,
Joey Negro,
Joy Division,
Black Bananas,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lou Christie,
The Mojo Men,
Dennis Brown,
The Human League,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Dave Clark Five,
Boogie Down Productions,
Nick Fraelich,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Mandrill,
The Searchers,
Howard Jones,
Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo.
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.