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 Morocco and from Milan.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Mexico City.
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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Skriet to the grime 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 Matthew Halsall. All the underground hits.
All Sight & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Duran Duran record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Gang Dance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yazoo,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
10cc,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Duran Duran,
The Electric Prunes,
The Modern Lovers,
Minnie Riperton,
Pulsallama,
Anakelly,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Depeche Mode,
The Alarm Clocks,
Crash Course in Science,
Cheater Slicks,
Quando Quango,
The Grass Roots,
Stereo Dub,
Nation of Ulysses,
Second Layer,
Panda Bear,
LL Cool J,
Arab on Radar,
Slick Rick,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Dave Clark Five,
Godley & Creme,
Los Fastidios,
Mary Jane Girls,
Arthur Verocai,
Excepter,
David McCallum,
Matthew Bourne,
The Residents,
Model 500,
Dave Gahan,
Yellowson,
Television Personalities,
Harry Pussy,
Section 25,
Rapeman,
Black Bananas,
Fela Kuti,
Fat Boys,
This Heat,
Rites of Spring,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
OOIOO,
Massinfluence,
The Doors,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Busters,
Monolake,
The Red Krayola,
Gang Starr,
Radio Birdman,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
FM Einheit,
Skriet,
The Fire Engines,
Jandek, Jandek, Jandek, Jandek.
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.