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 Gabon and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Shanghai.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the sitar 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 Yazoo to the crunk 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 June of 44. All the underground hits.
All Stiv Bators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Essential Logic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Das Ding record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June Days,
Symarip,
The Fire Engines,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Popol Vuh,
Siglo XX,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Peter & Gordon,
Spandau Ballet,
Kayak,
Jeff Mills,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Yellowson,
Kenny Larkin,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sandy B,
The Durutti Column,
Black Moon,
Circle Jerks,
Deepchord,
The Monks,
Gastr Del Sol,
Mr. Review,
Deakin,
Tubeway Army,
Johnny Clarke,
Slave,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Joy Division,
Schoolly D,
Andrew Hill,
L. Decosne,
Sun Ra,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Moebius,
Ronan,
The Last Poets,
Metal Thangz,
The Dead C,
Heaven 17,
Lungfish,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Jerry's Kids,
Derrick Morgan,
Pulsallama,
Henry Cow,
Stereo Dub,
Television,
a-ha,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Gladiators,
Moss Icon,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Chris Corsano,
Sällskapet,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Jacques Brel,
Skaos,
The Cure,
The Remains,
ABC,
Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed.
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.