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 Luxembourg and from Portland.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Popol Vuh to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Mary Jane Girls. All the underground hits.
All The Standells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lizzy Mercier Descloux 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tom Boy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harry Pussy,
AZ,
The Leaves,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Interpol,
Ohio Players,
The Blackbyrds,
Peter & Gordon,
The Invisible,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Cramps,
Letta Mbulu,
Bootsy Collins,
Nils Olav,
The American Breed,
Yusef Lateef,
Cecil Taylor,
Monolake,
Echospace,
Delta 5,
The Real Kids,
Josef K,
Dave Gahan,
B.T. Express,
Henry Cow,
Laurel Aitken,
The Seeds,
Skaos,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Easy Going,
Sun City Girls,
The Modern Lovers,
New York Dolls,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Moss Icon,
Porter Ricks,
Icehouse,
Sonic Youth,
Eric Copeland,
Connie Case,
Marvin Gaye,
Agent Orange,
Lalo Schifrin,
Grauzone,
The Mojo Men,
Arab on Radar,
Vladislav Delay,
Magazine,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sam Rivers,
Ralphi Rosario,
Zero Boys,
Carl Craig,
The Fire Engines,
KRS-One,
MDC,
Dorothy Ashby,
Inner City,
The Durutti Column,
Camouflage,
The Litter,
Chris & Cosey,
Little Man, Little Man, Little Man, Little Man.
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.