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 Belize and from Seoul.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Birthday Party. All the underground hits.
All Animal Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter and Kerry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Michelle Simonal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Young Marble Giants,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Easy Going,
The Black Dice,
Heaven 17,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Crime,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Fugazi,
the Fania All-Stars,
X-102,
La Düsseldorf,
Basic Channel,
The Star Department,
Todd Terry,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Skatalites,
Boredoms,
Simply Red,
The Blackbyrds,
Youth Brigade,
Patti Smith,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Yazoo,
Pierre Henry,
Sällskapet,
The Fall,
Mars,
Symarip,
Eric Copeland,
Wolf Eyes,
Bootsy Collins,
Procol Harum,
Matthew Bourne,
Inner City,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Music Machine,
Radiopuhelimet,
Television Personalities,
Minor Threat,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
ABC,
R.M.O.,
Stereo Dub,
FM Einheit,
Terrestrial Tones,
Public Image Ltd.,
Fat Boys,
Warren Ellis,
Sound Behaviour,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Crooked Eye,
Pylon,
Quando Quango,
Charles Mingus,
The Neon Judgement,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Average White Band,
Mandrill,
Jacques Brel,
Grandmaster Flash,
Frankie Knuckles,
Kerri Chandler,
Television, Television, Television, Television.
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.