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 Jamaica and from Hong Kong.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam 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 The Stooges. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bizarre Inc. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rod Modell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cecil Taylor,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Maurizio,
Inner City,
K-Klass,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Matthew Bourne,
Niagra,
Roxette,
Au Pairs,
Lyres,
Motorama,
Little Man,
Gabor Szabo,
Pulsallama,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Freddie Wadling,
Alphaville,
Connie Case,
Minutemen,
The Monks,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Dave Clark Five,
F. McDonald,
Make Up,
John Lydon,
Das Ding,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
T. Rex,
Big Daddy Kane,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ossler,
Crime,
The Associates,
The Selecter,
The Victims,
James White and The Blacks,
The Fugs,
Ice-T,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bobby Womack,
The Velvet Underground,
PIL,
Tears for Fears,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Arthur Verocai,
The Neon Judgement,
A Certain Ratio,
John Holt,
Fela Kuti,
Magma,
Unrelated Segments,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Buckinghams,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gang Starr,
Chris Corsano,
Reuben Wilson,
Danielle Patucci,
Dave Gahan,
Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell.
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.