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 Thailand and from Salvador.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 güiro 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 Marshall Jefferson to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Buckinghams. All the underground hits.
All Supertramp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Hill 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Bourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Raincoats,
Fad Gadget,
Josef K,
Delta 5,
the Swans,
Little Man,
Marcia Griffiths,
Porter Ricks,
The Pretty Things,
Aaron Thompson,
Dead Boys,
Ralphi Rosario,
Tomorrow,
Matthew Halsall,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Monks,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Misunderstood,
Khruangbin,
The Black Dice,
Harpers Bizarre,
Tim Buckley,
The Dead C,
Motorama,
Danielle Patucci,
This Heat,
R.M.O.,
Eric B and Rakim,
Warren Ellis,
Cecil Taylor,
The Barracudas,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Youth Brigade,
Franke,
H. Thieme,
Scientists,
Joy Division,
Kayak,
Delon & Dalcan,
Soulsonic Force,
Suburban Knight,
Wings,
The Flesh Eaters,
Jandek,
The Gun Club,
The Leaves,
Absolute Body Control,
Fat Boys,
the Fania All-Stars,
Quando Quango,
Barry Ungar,
Boz Scaggs,
Davy DMX,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sonny Sharrock,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gang Gang Dance,
Dorothy Ashby,
Moebius,
Agitation Free,
D'Angelo,
EPMD, EPMD, EPMD, EPMD.
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.