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 Lyon.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Houston.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the guitar 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 Wally Richardson to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sound Behaviour. All the underground hits.
All Panda Bear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Michelle Simonal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cecil Taylor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dave Clark Five,
Mantronix,
Godley & Creme,
Cameo,
Joe Smooth,
Infiniti,
Peter & Gordon,
The Wake,
The Litter,
Negative Approach,
The Buckinghams,
Jeru the Damaja,
Alice Coltrane,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Oblivians,
Marcia Griffiths,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Kaleidoscope,
Arcadia,
the Slits,
Eurythmics,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Schoolly D,
Drive Like Jehu,
Funkadelic,
The Divine Comedy,
Brand Nubian,
The Kinks,
The Seeds,
Erasure,
Ronan,
Fad Gadget,
Marvin Gaye,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Traffic Nightmare,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
CMW,
Bill Near,
Underground Resistance,
New York Dolls,
Vainqueur,
Qualms,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Franke,
Groovy Waters,
E-Dancer,
Buzzcocks,
Jimmy McGriff,
L. Decosne,
Black Bananas,
Sun Ra,
The Doobie Brothers,
Hashim,
Wasted Youth,
Eden Ahbez,
Hot Snakes,
Monolake,
Albert Ayler,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour.
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.