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 Chad and from Mexico City.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Philadelphia.
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 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 Andrew Hill to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Motions. All the underground hits.
All The Mighty Diamonds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Offenders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bronski Beat,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Music Machine,
Alton Ellis,
Terrestrial Tones,
Aural Exciters,
Kool Moe Dee,
Jacques Brel,
Au Pairs,
Theoretical Girls,
The Human League,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Moleskins,
Brand Nubian,
Soul II Soul,
David Axelrod,
Talk Talk,
Rod Modell,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Blake Baxter,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Silicon Teens,
Radio Birdman,
Roy Ayers,
Mad Mike,
R.M.O.,
Bizarre Inc.,
Infiniti,
Prince Buster,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Tomorrow,
Dual Sessions,
Country Teasers,
Jandek,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Trumans Water,
Joyce Sims,
D'Angelo,
Loose Ends,
Anakelly,
The Zeros,
Organ,
Arab on Radar,
Joy Division,
Rotary Connection,
Scratch Acid,
Howard Jones,
Carl Craig,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Dirtbombs,
Wire,
Black Pus,
Black Sheep,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Wolf Eyes,
Skaos,
Man Parrish,
Joe Smooth,
the Germs,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie.
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.