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 New Zealand and from Madrid.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Manila.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Lou Reed & Metallica 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 Intrusion. All the underground hits.
All Banda Bassotti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Selecter 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Groovy Waters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Josef K,
The Mojo Men,
Bush Tetras,
Little Man,
Vainqueur,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Toni Rubio,
Gil Scott Heron,
Magazine,
Ornette Coleman,
Kaleidoscope,
Cecil Taylor,
MC5,
Index,
Television,
Rites of Spring,
Hashim,
The Moleskins,
The Standells,
Erasure,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bill Wells,
the Germs,
Desert Stars,
Lower 48,
the Association,
8 Eyed Spy,
Urselle,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Kinks,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Monochrome Set,
In Retrospect,
Scan 7,
Gregory Isaacs,
Boredoms,
The Walker Brothers,
Stetsasonic,
Blossom Toes,
Soul II Soul,
Crime,
Intrusion,
Henry Cow,
The Angels of Light,
Sarah Menescal,
Funkadelic,
Cluster,
Vladislav Delay,
Leonard Cohen,
Skaos,
Gerry Rafferty,
Rhythm & Sound,
Tropical Tobacco,
Mary Jane Girls,
Terry Callier,
Ralphi Rosario,
the Normal,
Trumans Water,
The Misunderstood,
Anakelly,
Maleditus Sound,
The Divine Comedy,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs.
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.