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 Japan and from Johannesburg.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Goldenarms 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 Zapp. All the underground hits.
All The Kinks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every In Retrospect record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Barbara Tucker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fifty Foot Hose,
Rod Modell,
Fear,
Suburban Knight,
Jimmy McGriff,
Marine Girls,
The Kinks,
Q65,
Ituana,
Monolake,
Audionom,
The Vogues,
Saccharine Trust,
Matthew Bourne,
Rites of Spring,
The Techniques,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Unrelated Segments,
the Normal,
The Wake,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Stereo Dub,
Make Up,
The Move,
Simply Red,
Radio Birdman,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Arcadia,
Josef K,
Marc Almond,
Panda Bear,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Buckinghams,
Davy DMX,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Chris Corsano,
The Motions,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Magma,
ABBA,
The American Breed,
Ornette Coleman,
Letta Mbulu,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Technova,
Bizarre Inc.,
Aswad,
Kenny Larkin,
Lyres,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
the Swans,
Neil Young,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Radiohead,
The Detroit Cobras,
Warsaw,
Ludus,
Drexciya,
The Doors,
Television Personalities,
Gil Scott Heron,
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.