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 Nauru and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Das Ding to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Country Teasers. All the underground hits.
All Major Organ And The Adding Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Buzzcocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Adolescents,
Matthew Bourne,
Harmonia,
The Angels of Light,
The Music Machine,
Lyres,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Techniques,
Wire,
Panda Bear,
Tropical Tobacco,
Brass Construction,
Agent Orange,
T. Rex,
Technova,
The Barracudas,
Dawn Penn,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Traffic Nightmare,
Qualms,
Fear,
Brick,
Laurel Aitken,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Juan Atkins,
U.S. Maple,
Jacob Miller,
The Mojo Men,
CMW,
The Names,
Joensuu 1685,
Echospace,
John Foxx,
Absolute Body Control,
Josef K,
Charles Mingus,
Can,
Eric Copeland,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Star Department,
Jeff Mills,
Theoretical Girls,
Michelle Simonal,
Symarip,
Neil Young,
Erykah Badu,
Heaven 17,
Nas,
Archie Shepp,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Cramps,
Silicon Teens,
Gang Green,
Frankie Knuckles,
Radiohead,
Maleditus Sound,
Reuben Wilson,
Unrelated Segments,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid.
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.