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 Norway and from Beijing.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the 808 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 The Raincoats to the rock 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 Shadows of Knight. All the underground hits.
All Mary Jane Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Clear Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blancmange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Chris Corsano,
Iggy Pop,
Rapeman,
June Days,
Ultimate Spinach,
Au Pairs,
Monks,
T. Rex,
The Fire Engines,
Todd Terry,
Rotary Connection,
Icehouse,
Todd Rundgren,
Faust,
Ponytail,
Sight & Sound,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Mummies,
Mr. Review,
Fluxion,
DJ Sneak,
Brand Nubian,
The Birthday Party,
Ultra Naté,
Flamin' Groovies,
Scan 7,
Black Sheep,
Davy DMX,
Ralphi Rosario,
ABBA,
X-102,
Lungfish,
Lower 48,
Sarah Menescal,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Organ,
The Grass Roots,
Can,
Joe Finger,
Andrew Hill,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lyres,
cv313,
Robert Hood,
Eric B and Rakim,
Althea and Donna,
Saccharine Trust,
U.S. Maple,
The Seeds,
The Dirtbombs,
Bill Wells,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Wally Richardson,
Von Mondo,
The Vogues,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Doors,
Funky Four + One,
Heaven 17,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO.
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.