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 Kiribati and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Black Dice to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Divine Comedy. All the underground hits.
All The Trojans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DeepChord presents Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Max Romeo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crash Course in Science,
Amazonics,
Make Up,
Basic Channel,
Black Bananas,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bauhaus,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Brick,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
John Cale,
Yazoo,
One Last Wish,
Popol Vuh,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Glambeats Corp.,
Interpol,
Spandau Ballet,
Mission of Burma,
Hasil Adkins,
Qualms,
The Star Department,
Heaven 17,
Gang Gang Dance,
Toni Rubio,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Dave Gahan,
Trumans Water,
Tom Boy,
Anthony Braxton,
Pharoah Sanders,
Reagan Youth,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Sisters of Mercy,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Technova,
The Angels of Light,
Kenny Larkin,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Wolf Eyes,
Anakelly,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Kerri Chandler,
Alice Coltrane,
Stiv Bators,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lightning Bolt,
The Associates,
The Victims,
a-ha,
Brothers Johnson,
Junior Murvin,
OOIOO,
Drexciya,
Icehouse,
Arab on Radar,
Don Cherry,
R.M.O.,
Suicide,
Stockholm Monsters,
Angry Samoans,
Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox.
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.