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 Nicaragua and from Columbus.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Jawbox to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Rites of Spring. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jimmy McGriff record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maleditus Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
World's Most,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Quadrant,
Hasil Adkins,
Swell Maps,
Deadbeat,
Matthew Bourne,
FM Einheit,
Jacques Brel,
Monolake,
Blake Baxter,
Pantaleimon,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bronski Beat,
Graham Central Station,
Das Ding,
Freddie Wadling,
Excepter,
The Young Rascals,
The Fire Engines,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Magma,
Anakelly,
Bill Near,
Skriet,
Soulsonic Force,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Los Fastidios,
Interpol,
Depeche Mode,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Y Pants,
Pere Ubu,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gabor Szabo,
ABC,
Skarface,
Neu!,
Steve Hackett,
Hardrive,
Slave,
Pussy Galore,
Warsaw,
Brand Nubian,
Maurizio,
The Move,
Roger Hodgson,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Moody Blues,
Rapeman,
The Velvet Underground,
Procol Harum,
Marcia Griffiths,
Susan Cadogan,
Sandy B,
Qualms,
David McCallum,
The Monochrome Set,
H. Thieme,
Popol Vuh,
Black Pus,
Lyres,
Unwound, Unwound, Unwound, Unwound.
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.