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 Hungary and from Paris.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Quantec to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Harpers Bizarre. All the underground hits.
All Ronan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fad Gadget record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Raincoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mark Hollis,
Sun Ra,
The Cure,
Aaron Thompson,
Brothers Johnson,
Isaac Hayes,
Todd Terry,
Harpers Bizarre,
Cecil Taylor,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Traffic Nightmare,
Mantronix,
Slick Rick,
The Count Five,
Fatback Band,
Rotary Connection,
Oblivians,
The Doors,
Blossom Toes,
K-Klass,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Leaves,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Grandmaster Flash,
Marcia Griffiths,
June Days,
Simply Red,
Henry Cow,
Frankie Knuckles,
Joensuu 1685,
Don Cherry,
Talk Talk,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gang of Four,
Thompson Twins,
Black Bananas,
T. Rex,
Sound Behaviour,
Tom Boy,
Tropical Tobacco,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Jacob Miller,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Music Machine,
EPMD,
Hoover,
Marine Girls,
The Dead C,
The Cowsills,
Grauzone,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Fugazi,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Harry Pussy,
Pussy Galore,
Terry Callier,
The Gun Club,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Archie Shepp,
Monks,
The Selecter,
Unwound, Unwound, Unwound, Unwound.
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.