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 Ecuador and from Manchester.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 mellotron 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 Eden Ahbez to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Blake Baxter. All the underground hits.
All Rosa Yemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronnie Foster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cabaret Voltaire,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Wire,
the Germs,
Lyres,
Moby Grape,
Ultravox,
Intrusion,
Skriet,
Grauzone,
The Raincoats,
Jawbox,
Lalo Schifrin,
Kenny Larkin,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Hot Snakes,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Al Stewart,
Circle Jerks,
Rakim,
Metal Thangz,
Joensuu 1685,
EPMD,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Marcia Griffiths,
B.T. Express,
U.S. Maple,
Underground Resistance,
F. McDonald,
Amazonics,
Yaz,
Black Sheep,
Au Pairs,
Oneida,
Fluxion,
The Fire Engines,
The Mojo Men,
Loose Ends,
Public Enemy,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ten City,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Grey Daturas,
Unwound,
Sound Behaviour,
Camouflage,
Magma,
Rhythm & Sound,
Buzzcocks,
Gastr Del Sol,
Niagra,
Rufus Thomas,
The Happenings,
Erasure,
Kurtis Blow,
The Standells,
John Cale,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie.
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.