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 Tajikistan and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the snare 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 Mo-Dettes to the punk 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 Scrapy. All the underground hits.
All EPMD tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultra Naté record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Foxx,
The Move,
Unrelated Segments,
Don Cherry,
Terry Callier,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Barracudas,
Eddi Front,
Grey Daturas,
A Certain Ratio,
Aural Exciters,
Moss Icon,
Intrusion,
Joe Finger,
Faust,
Isaac Hayes,
Crime,
Soulsonic Force,
The Wake,
The Five Americans,
Laurel Aitken,
Wally Richardson,
Second Layer,
Chrome,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Duran Duran,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Smiths,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Silicon Teens,
Fad Gadget,
Sam Rivers,
The Cure,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Qualms,
The Zeros,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Television,
Delta 5,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Derrick May,
T.S.O.L.,
Icehouse,
Cameo,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Tomorrow,
Joyce Sims,
Ten City,
Motorama,
Brass Construction,
The Buckinghams,
CMW,
the Human League,
Bauhaus,
Guru Guru,
Nico,
These Immortal Souls,
Davy DMX,
Shoche,
FM Einheit,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Evens, The Evens, The Evens, The Evens.
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.