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 India and from London.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 rhodes 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 Quantec to the rock 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 Saccharine Trust. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fugs 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 synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Byron Stingily record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Index,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bang On A Can,
Crispy Ambulance,
Half Japanese,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Cure,
Toni Rubio,
The Invisible,
Basic Channel,
Can,
Throbbing Gristle,
Roy Ayers,
Dave Gahan,
The Doobie Brothers,
Rites of Spring,
The Index,
Josef K,
The Dirtbombs,
10cc,
The Grass Roots,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Unrelated Segments,
The Golliwogs,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Faust,
Crash Course in Science,
T. Rex,
Alphaville,
Alison Limerick,
Simply Red,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Flamin' Groovies,
Radio Birdman,
ABC,
Joe Finger,
Robert Görl,
Hasil Adkins,
Lyres,
The Pop Group,
The Slackers,
Unwound,
Black Moon,
Sexual Harrassment,
Duran Duran,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Slave,
Leonard Cohen,
Michelle Simonal,
Davy DMX,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Terry Callier,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
New Order,
Icehouse,
Deakin,
Pylon,
Brick,
Masters at Work,
The Fall,
B.T. Express,
The Smiths,
Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton.
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.