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 Croatia and from Columbus.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Tokyo.
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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Kurtis Blow to the rap 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 Sonic Youth. All the underground hits.
All Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Traffic Nightmare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Frankie Knuckles record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bad Manners,
Quadrant,
the Association,
Joe Finger,
Theoretical Girls,
B.T. Express,
Franke,
T.S.O.L.,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
F. McDonald,
Mary Jane Girls,
Erasure,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lebanon Hanover,
Smog,
The Wake,
China Crisis,
Schoolly D,
Albert Ayler,
The Sonics,
John Cale,
Marvin Gaye,
Los Fastidios,
Pagans,
The Happenings,
The Mojo Men,
Gerry Rafferty,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Associates,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Knickerbockers,
The Blues Magoos,
Delta 5,
Guru Guru,
The Zeros,
Average White Band,
The Fire Engines,
Accadde A,
Goldenarms,
Sam Rivers,
Brick,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Gun Club,
Lou Reed,
Panda Bear,
Zero Boys,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
DJ Sneak,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Arthur Verocai,
The Raincoats,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Fortunes,
The Birthday Party,
The Neon Judgement,
Eden Ahbez,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Sound,
Cecil Taylor,
Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro.
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.