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 Egypt and from Paris.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 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 The Names to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Basic Channel. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Hutcherson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Royal Family And The Poor 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Larry & the Blue Notes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Animal Collective,
The Sonics,
Kool Moe Dee,
Fela Kuti,
Gong,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Birthday Party,
Ossler,
R.M.O.,
Stetsasonic,
Ronan,
Yusef Lateef,
Khruangbin,
The Shadows of Knight,
the Slits,
The Offenders,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Duran Duran,
Scott Walker,
Flipper,
Donald Byrd,
Cheater Slicks,
Juan Atkins,
Kayak,
Aaron Thompson,
Ituana,
Idris Muhammad,
The Techniques,
Rhythm & Sound,
June of 44,
Metal Thangz,
Chris Corsano,
Marc Almond,
Q and Not U,
June Days,
the Bar-Kays,
Nico,
Bill Near,
Banda Bassotti,
Howard Jones,
The Happenings,
Minor Threat,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lungfish,
Loose Ends,
A Certain Ratio,
Shuggie Otis,
Robert Görl,
Urselle,
The Doobie Brothers,
Soulsonic Force,
The Move,
The Slits,
Glenn Branca,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
PIL,
Rufus Thomas,
Thompson Twins,
The Neon Judgement,
Amon Düül,
Magazine, Magazine, Magazine, Magazine.
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.