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 Iceland and from Copenhagen.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 oboe 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 Gastr Del Sol to the dance 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 The American Breed. All the underground hits.
All Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unwound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Womack record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Niagra,
The Victims,
Sparks,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Rod Modell,
Todd Terry,
Altered Images,
Bluetip,
The Cure,
Quadrant,
The Black Dice,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Rites of Spring,
The Star Department,
cv313,
The Angels of Light,
the Bar-Kays,
Andrew Hill,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Index,
Public Enemy,
Jeff Mills,
Hasil Adkins,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Au Pairs,
Wire,
In Retrospect,
Barry Ungar,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Searchers,
Second Layer,
10cc,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Gladiators,
The Beau Brummels,
Kerrie Biddell,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gong,
DJ Style,
Rotary Connection,
Cybotron,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Faraquet,
Arcadia,
Roxette,
Sam Rivers,
Althea and Donna,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Moss Icon,
Laurel Aitken,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Henry Cow,
Archie Shepp,
The Human League,
Agent Orange,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Mojo Men,
F. McDonald,
The Skatalites,
Freddie Wadling,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Slackers,
Make Up,
Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy.
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.