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 Uganda and from Manila.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Beasts of Bourbon to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Buzzcocks. All the underground hits.
All Yaz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Art Ensemble Of Chicago record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Selector Dub Narcotic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Seeds,
Masters at Work,
Public Image Ltd.,
Soft Machine,
Niagra,
Maurizio,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Josef K,
Public Enemy,
Depeche Mode,
Malaria!,
John Holt,
Crash Course in Science,
Faust,
Sun Ra,
Barbara Tucker,
Eurythmics,
Peter & Gordon,
Subhumans,
Joey Negro,
Saccharine Trust,
Basic Channel,
The Associates,
Cecil Taylor,
In Retrospect,
Main Source,
The Smoke,
The Birthday Party,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Panda Bear,
Icehouse,
Chris & Cosey,
Ken Boothe,
The Smiths,
Althea and Donna,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Toni Rubio,
Susan Cadogan,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Dave Gahan,
Simply Red,
Qualms,
Dennis Brown,
Eve St. Jones,
Jacob Miller,
Fatback Band,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Saints,
Jeff Lynne,
Aswad,
Kerri Chandler,
Blancmange,
Bad Manners,
E-Dancer,
The Victims,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
D'Angelo,
Cybotron,
H. Thieme,
The Mojo Men,
Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant.
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.