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 Guinea-Bissau and from Stockholm.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 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 Barry Ungar to the funk 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 the Swans. All the underground hits.
All Negative Approach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Image Ltd. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moleskins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes 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?
Popol Vuh,
Trumans Water,
The Beau Brummels,
Danielle Patucci,
The Dave Clark Five,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sun City Girls,
Delon & Dalcan,
Symarip,
Boogie Down Productions,
Maurizio,
Skarface,
Alison Limerick,
Flipper,
Tears for Fears,
Radio Birdman,
Depeche Mode,
Black Moon,
Peter and Kerry,
The New Christs,
Moebius,
The Tremeloes,
The Dirtbombs,
Rakim,
Cal Tjader,
Ultra Naté,
June Days,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Suicide,
Roy Ayers,
Eric Dolphy,
Swell Maps,
the Swans,
Unrelated Segments,
The Buckinghams,
Schoolly D,
Heaven 17,
Animal Collective,
The Moody Blues,
Fluxion,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Scratch Acid,
Godley & Creme,
The Electric Prunes,
Lungfish,
Pet Shop Boys,
Adolescents,
Second Layer,
David Bowie,
Bobby Byrd,
Gong,
Mars,
Robert Görl,
Toni Rubio,
Curtis Mayfield,
Glambeats Corp.,
10cc,
Dorothy Ashby,
Barbara Tucker,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Joyce Sims,
Peter & Gordon,
David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod.
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.