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 Poland and from Sao Paulo.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Lou Reed 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 Agitation Free to the dance 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 Faraquet. All the underground hits.
All CMW tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donald Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ituana,
Eurythmics,
Dennis Brown,
Donald Byrd,
Flash Fearless,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Black Dice,
The Victims,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Zeros,
Matthew Halsall,
Eli Mardock,
Colin Newman,
The Fire Engines,
10cc,
Wasted Youth,
Bluetip,
Cecil Taylor,
Rhythm & Sound,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Gories,
Make Up,
D'Angelo,
the Normal,
Gabor Szabo,
Public Image Ltd.,
MDC,
Sun Ra,
Agitation Free,
Crash Course in Science,
The Smiths,
Pantytec,
Danielle Patucci,
Ultravox,
Lalann,
Schoolly D,
Curtis Mayfield,
Prince Buster,
EPMD,
Rod Modell,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Camouflage,
Severed Heads,
The Dead C,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Sonics,
Lee Hazlewood,
Scion,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Pantaleimon,
Todd Rundgren,
Joy Division,
Charles Mingus,
Funkadelic,
The Barracudas,
Alphaville,
Boredoms,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Doors,
Scratch Acid,
Q65,
The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s.
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.