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 Ireland and from Sao Paulo.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 spring reverb 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 Subhumans to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All The Vogues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Christie 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joy Division record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bush Tetras,
Grauzone,
Andrew Hill,
Brick,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Remains,
Alice Coltrane,
The Cowsills,
CMW,
Country Teasers,
The Techniques,
Urselle,
Joey Negro,
The Tremeloes,
Derrick May,
Nirvana,
These Immortal Souls,
Ice-T,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Black Dice,
Shuggie Otis,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Susan Cadogan,
Jawbox,
Traffic Nightmare,
Cecil Taylor,
Johnny Osbourne,
the Human League,
Blancmange,
David McCallum,
Barry Ungar,
Skarface,
Hasil Adkins,
Bad Manners,
the Slits,
Ludus,
the Normal,
Q and Not U,
The Count Five,
Mandrill,
Surgeon,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Scrapy,
the Fania All-Stars,
Derrick Morgan,
Tom Boy,
Ornette Coleman,
Whodini,
The Velvet Underground,
Young Marble Giants,
Letta Mbulu,
Matthew Halsall,
Qualms,
Black Pus,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Eurythmics,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Tim Buckley,
Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal.
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.