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 Hungary and from Seoul.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Shoche to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Flash Fearless. All the underground hits.
All Robert Görl tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Busters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bill Wells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Grass Roots,
Aswad,
Byron Stingily,
The Blues Magoos,
The Leaves,
Moby Grape,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bill Wells,
kango's stein massive,
The Slackers,
Hot Snakes,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Procol Harum,
Thompson Twins,
Erasure,
The Toasters,
the Bar-Kays,
JFA,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Smoke,
Bauhaus,
Wire,
FM Einheit,
Cluster,
Moss Icon,
Prince Buster,
Chris & Cosey,
Mr. Review,
Mandrill,
Ronan,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Althea and Donna,
Radiohead,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
New Order,
Arcadia,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sarah Menescal,
The Raincoats,
Pantaleimon,
Joe Finger,
Skarface,
Anthony Braxton,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Smiths,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
X-Ray Spex,
The Dead C,
Niagra,
Zapp,
John Coltrane,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
X-102,
Wasted Youth,
Mark Hollis,
Marmalade,
Gang Gang Dance,
Rhythm & Sound,
Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance.
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.