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 Rwanda and from Philadelphia.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 spring reverb 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 Rites of Spring to the punk 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 Mars. All the underground hits.
All Cheater Slicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pet Shop Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fortunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bauhaus,
Make Up,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Gap Band,
Brand Nubian,
David McCallum,
The Blues Magoos,
The Cure,
Pet Shop Boys,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Q65,
Outsiders,
B.T. Express,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Schoolly D,
Section 25,
Mark Hollis,
The Young Rascals,
James White and The Blacks,
Lebanon Hanover,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Modern Lovers,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Angry Samoans,
Bill Near,
Dave Gahan,
Infiniti,
The Vogues,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Colin Newman,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Leaves,
Rotary Connection,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Zero Boys,
Robert Görl,
Alton Ellis,
Eli Mardock,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Techniques,
Model 500,
Sight & Sound,
Con Funk Shun,
The Mummies,
Rites of Spring,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sexual Harrassment,
The J.B.'s,
Sarah Menescal,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Moleskins,
Tommy Roe,
Organ,
Interpol,
The Fugs,
Gil Scott Heron,
David Axelrod,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bad Manners,
Crooked Eye,
Susan Cadogan,
Anakelly,
Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers.
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.