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 Italy and from Spokane.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Kinks to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Brass Construction. All the underground hits.
All Joy Division tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The J.B.'s record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Martian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lee Hazlewood,
The Durutti Column,
The Slits,
PIL,
Y Pants,
Technova,
The Selecter,
The Gun Club,
Tim Buckley,
Lindisfarne,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Second Layer,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Mr. Review,
Graham Central Station,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
John Coltrane,
Gichy Dan,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Arthur Verocai,
Lalann,
The Monochrome Set,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Goldenarms,
Soul Sonic Force,
Erykah Badu,
Nils Olav,
Nick Fraelich,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Agent Orange,
Tomorrow,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
A Certain Ratio,
Q and Not U,
Agitation Free,
The Names,
Visage,
The Skatalites,
Boredoms,
The Real Kids,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Josef K,
The Toasters,
ABBA,
Monolake,
Half Japanese,
Fela Kuti,
Sexual Harrassment,
Skriet,
The Dead C,
Faraquet,
Sight & Sound,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Doors,
Frankie Knuckles,
Hoover,
Surgeon,
Cecil Taylor,
New York Dolls,
The Fall, The Fall, The Fall, The Fall.
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.