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 Dominica and from Madrid.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Terry Callier to the electroclash 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 Interpol. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Clarke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every UT 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Lydon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Soft Cell,
Stetsasonic,
Marcia Griffiths,
Stereo Dub,
Cameo,
Bill Near,
Lightning Bolt,
The Offenders,
Niagra,
Juan Atkins,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sound Behaviour,
Funky Four + One,
Robert Wyatt,
Severed Heads,
Minnie Riperton,
Lalo Schifrin,
Youth Brigade,
The Index,
DJ Style,
Malaria!,
Popol Vuh,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Divine Comedy,
World's Most,
Crime,
Mission of Burma,
Audionom,
Fat Boys,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Dark Day,
Gang Gang Dance,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Eurythmics,
Nils Olav,
Aaron Thompson,
Royal Trux,
Rakim,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Victims,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Can,
One Last Wish,
Anthony Braxton,
Reuben Wilson,
Alton Ellis,
The Durutti Column,
Wolf Eyes,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
UT,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Smoke,
Joey Negro,
Don Cherry,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Jandek,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
the Human League,
Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord.
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.