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 Maldives and from Houston.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Sexual Harrassment to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Litter. All the underground hits.
All Bill Near tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donald Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Tremeloes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Slits,
Hoover,
PIL,
The Misunderstood,
John Holt,
Visage,
Hot Snakes,
Eddi Front,
Newcleus,
EPMD,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Dead C,
The Invisible,
Audionom,
Faraquet,
H. Thieme,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Malaria!,
Roger Hodgson,
Blancmange,
Freddie Wadling,
Tom Boy,
Adolescents,
Jerry's Kids,
Erykah Badu,
The Electric Prunes,
the Bar-Kays,
Excepter,
Neu!,
Drexciya,
Lou Reed,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
June Days,
Erasure,
Royal Trux,
Gichy Dan,
The Smoke,
Gang of Four,
T.S.O.L.,
Kerri Chandler,
Sällskapet,
The Gladiators,
Agitation Free,
Sonic Youth,
Altered Images,
The Human League,
The Vogues,
Essential Logic,
Mad Mike,
Average White Band,
Bobby Sherman,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Fort Wilson Riot,
John Cale,
Ossler,
ABBA,
Flash Fearless,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Nas,
The Barracudas,
Albert Ayler,
These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls.
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.