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 Peru and from Hong Kong.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 London Community Gospel Choir to the rap 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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Wire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MDC 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blake Baxter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Techniques,
Blossom Toes,
Prince Buster,
Nick Fraelich,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gregory Isaacs,
Dorothy Ashby,
Smog,
Colin Newman,
10cc,
Skaos,
Soul Sonic Force,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Doors,
Todd Rundgren,
Make Up,
PIL,
The United States of America,
Freddie Wadling,
Television,
Avey Tare,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ultimate Spinach,
Alice Coltrane,
Althea and Donna,
Pet Shop Boys,
Cheater Slicks,
Cluster,
Roxy Music,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Skatalites,
Motorama,
Agitation Free,
Carl Craig,
The Angels of Light,
the Sonics,
Delon & Dalcan,
Mandrill,
Quando Quango,
Jesper Dahlback,
Aaron Thompson,
R.M.O.,
The Red Krayola,
The Gap Band,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bronski Beat,
Barry Ungar,
Siglo XX,
The Smiths,
Wolf Eyes,
Chris & Cosey,
Vladislav Delay,
Peter & Gordon,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Black Sheep,
Joyce Sims,
Tubeway Army,
F. McDonald,
Khruangbin,
K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass.
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.