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 Brunei and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 Delhi and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 marimba 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 Lebanon Hanover to the electroclash 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 Crispy Ambulance. All the underground hits.
All Dawn Penn tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Babytalk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythm & Sound,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Japan,
Cybotron,
Alphaville,
The Angels of Light,
Blake Baxter,
Gang Starr,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Crooked Eye,
Infiniti,
Scott Walker,
Harmonia,
Hashim,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Faraquet,
Slick Rick,
Nirvana,
Soul II Soul,
Panda Bear,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lebanon Hanover,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Barrington Levy,
Lower 48,
Harpers Bizarre,
Todd Terry,
Q65,
Absolute Body Control,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Red Krayola,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sam Rivers,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Alice Coltrane,
Boz Scaggs,
Marvin Gaye,
Sexual Harrassment,
Angry Samoans,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
ABC,
The Dave Clark Five,
Patti Smith,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Music Machine,
Erasure,
Y Pants,
The Standells,
The Young Rascals,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Toasters,
Altered Images,
Oneida,
Visage,
The Fuzztones,
Warren Ellis,
Make Up,
Fat Boys,
Swans,
Bobby Byrd,
the Sonics,
Mission of Burma,
Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day.
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.