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 Seychelles and from Lille.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 rhodes 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 Dual Sessions to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Lightning Bolt. All the underground hits.
All The Misunderstood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Tremeloes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Bar-Kays record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
UT,
Harpers Bizarre,
Electric Prunes,
Popol Vuh,
The Detroit Cobras,
Derrick Morgan,
KRS-One,
Gichy Dan,
Aural Exciters,
The Evens,
Whodini,
Lou Reed,
Altered Images,
Deakin,
Clear Light,
Bobby Byrd,
Traffic Nightmare,
New Order,
Pole,
Maurizio,
Lou Christie,
The Last Poets,
Iggy Pop,
Nick Fraelich,
Delta 5,
The Cowsills,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
PIL,
Monks,
Colin Newman,
The Dirtbombs,
Negative Approach,
Barbara Tucker,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Searchers,
Kas Product,
Fad Gadget,
Eric Copeland,
Joey Negro,
Roxette,
A Certain Ratio,
Reuben Wilson,
Bill Near,
Interpol,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Minor Threat,
8 Eyed Spy,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Brick,
Motorama,
The Dave Clark Five,
Eric B and Rakim,
the Germs,
Circle Jerks,
Sonic Youth,
Jeru the Damaja,
Brass Construction,
Prince Buster,
Jimmy McGriff,
The J.B.'s,
Jeff Lynne,
DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak.
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.