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 Eritrea and from Houston.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Das Ding to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Lindisfarne. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Hill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Leonard Cohen,
Desert Stars,
Aloha Tigers,
Terry Callier,
Second Layer,
The Five Americans,
The Gun Club,
Young Marble Giants,
The Sonics,
Y Pants,
The Martian,
Gang of Four,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Radiopuhelimet,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
48th St. Collective,
ABBA,
The J.B.'s,
Mantronix,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Model 500,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lalann,
Drexciya,
the Normal,
the Association,
cv313,
Magma,
John Lydon,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Visage,
Man Parrish,
Sound Behaviour,
Yellowson,
Anakelly,
Skriet,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Derrick May,
Electric Prunes,
Babytalk,
Cheater Slicks,
DJ Style,
Los Fastidios,
Ronan,
Thee Headcoats,
Eric Copeland,
The Litter,
Dorothy Ashby,
Loose Ends,
Rod Modell,
Jeff Mills,
Minor Threat,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Supertramp,
Vladislav Delay,
Index,
Clear Light,
Harpers Bizarre,
Metal Thangz,
Malaria!,
The Count Five,
Grauzone,
Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones.
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.