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 Andorra and from Mumbai.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Accra.
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 marimba 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 Lakeside 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 The Associates. All the underground hits.
All Qualms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yaz 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a OOIOO record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aloha Tigers,
Symarip,
Lebanon Hanover,
Second Layer,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Eli Mardock,
Davy DMX,
The Dirtbombs,
H. Thieme,
Trumans Water,
Scan 7,
Yazoo,
Bobby Womack,
Delta 5,
Nirvana,
The Birthday Party,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Slits,
Derrick Morgan,
Camberwell Now,
The Litter,
Sun City Girls,
Robert Görl,
Procol Harum,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sällskapet,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ultimate Spinach,
the Human League,
Model 500,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bobby Sherman,
John Foxx,
June Days,
The Gun Club,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Niagra,
Arcadia,
Funkadelic,
Audionom,
Little Man,
Country Teasers,
F. McDonald,
Amon Düül,
ABC,
Lalo Schifrin,
Public Enemy,
Hasil Adkins,
Bob Dylan,
Cymande,
Mark Hollis,
Dorothy Ashby,
Jacques Brel,
Ronan,
Echospace,
Animal Collective,
Fluxion,
Fela Kuti,
Rapeman,
Deadbeat,
Index,
Gang Green,
Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review.
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.