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 Micronesia and from Mexico City.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 chamberlin 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 Ponytail to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 T. Rex. All the underground hits.
All R.M.O. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Red Krayola 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Terry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rapeman,
Bill Near,
Alton Ellis,
La Düsseldorf,
Oblivians,
Chrome,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
the Bar-Kays,
Depeche Mode,
Nik Kershaw,
Mars,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Half Japanese,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Supertramp,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Gap Band,
Joy Division,
The Vogues,
The Residents,
Nils Olav,
Yusef Lateef,
Accadde A,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lindisfarne,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Move,
Black Pus,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Black Dice,
World's Most,
Sugar Minott,
The New Christs,
Matthew Bourne,
The Birthday Party,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Don Cherry,
Zapp,
The Fire Engines,
Warren Ellis,
Ultimate Spinach,
a-ha,
Warsaw,
The Monochrome Set,
The Skatalites,
Brass Construction,
Thee Headcoats,
Barclay James Harvest,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gang Starr,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Todd Terry,
Goldenarms,
Black Bananas,
The Tremeloes,
Sam Rivers,
B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express.
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.