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 Tonga and from Winnipeg.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong 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 clarinet 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 The Chocolate Watch Band to the electroclash 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 Grauzone. All the underground hits.
All Erasure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hashim 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonny Sharrock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hoover,
New Order,
Sällskapet,
Animal Collective,
Ituana,
The Five Americans,
June Days,
Urselle,
The Vogues,
The Tremeloes,
The Cure,
Althea and Donna,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Fluxion,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Move,
Hardrive,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Robert Görl,
Freddie Wadling,
Nas,
Soul Sonic Force,
Tomorrow,
Gil Scott Heron,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Cecil Taylor,
The Dave Clark Five,
Blake Baxter,
The Fugs,
Clear Light,
John Cale,
Camouflage,
T. Rex,
Nico,
The Detroit Cobras,
Aswad,
Scott Walker,
Arthur Verocai,
Nirvana,
X-101,
Jawbox,
Ultra Naté,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Inner City,
Kool Moe Dee,
Camberwell Now,
Derrick May,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Echospace,
Livin' Joy,
Los Fastidios,
Desert Stars,
Symarip,
Alice Coltrane,
Kurtis Blow,
Pulsallama,
UT,
Faraquet,
Bobby Womack,
Eden Ahbez,
Slave,
Bizarre Inc.,
FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit.
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.