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 Haiti and from Jakarta.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 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 Alton Ellis to the grunge 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 Black Moon. All the underground hits.
All Subhumans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Light Orchestra 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rosa Yemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang On A Can,
Lakeside,
Adolescents,
the Bar-Kays,
Curtis Mayfield,
Infiniti,
Suburban Knight,
Black Bananas,
Derrick May,
Aloha Tigers,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Human League,
Guru Guru,
T. Rex,
Wally Richardson,
Kool Moe Dee,
Mark Hollis,
Deepchord,
The Blackbyrds,
Marvin Gaye,
James White and The Blacks,
Fear,
Janne Schatter,
Lindisfarne,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Cramps,
Von Mondo,
Pierre Henry,
Au Pairs,
Oblivians,
Jeff Lynne,
Sandy B,
Ohio Players,
Rakim,
Soft Cell,
Audionom,
Intrusion,
Fatback Band,
Cal Tjader,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Skatalites,
PIL,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Connie Case,
The Blues Magoos,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Mission of Burma,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Smiths,
Byron Stingily,
Clear Light,
The Selecter,
Half Japanese,
Japan,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Smog,
Fluxion,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Marc Almond,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gong, Gong, Gong, Gong.
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.