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 Azerbaijan and from Delhi.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Lower 48 to the electroclash 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 Ash Ra Tempel. All the underground hits.
All Lightning Bolt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Sheep record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aaron Thompson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Von Mondo,
Alphaville,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ronan,
OOIOO,
The Litter,
Adolescents,
Harpers Bizarre,
Kool Moe Dee,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Pantaleimon,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lucky Dragons,
Ossler,
Marine Girls,
The Skatalites,
Lou Christie,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Carl Craig,
Ultra Naté,
Barbara Tucker,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Loose Ends,
Maleditus Sound,
The Divine Comedy,
Davy DMX,
Minutemen,
Alice Coltrane,
Leonard Cohen,
The Gun Club,
Zero Boys,
Neu!,
Sarah Menescal,
Lou Reed,
Erykah Badu,
New Age Steppers,
Joyce Sims,
Fad Gadget,
Duran Duran,
Yellowson,
Lungfish,
Archie Shepp,
T. Rex,
Scan 7,
The Moody Blues,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Electric Prunes,
The Smoke,
Cabaret Voltaire,
UT,
Grauzone,
The Selecter,
Marc Almond,
Brand Nubian,
Slick Rick,
Aswad,
Talk Talk,
Throbbing Gristle,
Hasil Adkins,
MC5,
Cal Tjader,
The Flesh Eaters,
Banda Bassotti,
Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees.
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.