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 Slovenia and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the sitar 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 The Sisters of Mercy 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 Tres Demented. All the underground hits.
All Ice-T tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aural Exciters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tears for Fears,
Peter & Gordon,
The Martian,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ludus,
Magma,
Jeff Lynne,
Derrick Morgan,
48th St. Collective,
Scrapy,
Steve Hackett,
The Birthday Party,
Rekid,
Arab on Radar,
Alphaville,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Wally Richardson,
Piero Umiliani,
The Slits,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Dirtbombs,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Liliput,
X-102,
Gabor Szabo,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
ABC,
Sugar Minott,
Joyce Sims,
the Slits,
Eddi Front,
Crispy Ambulance,
Drexciya,
Lindisfarne,
Nation of Ulysses,
Simply Red,
Fat Boys,
H. Thieme,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Joensuu 1685,
Monolake,
The J.B.'s,
Desert Stars,
Newcleus,
Stockholm Monsters,
Guru Guru,
Supertramp,
The Gap Band,
Brand Nubian,
Tommy Roe,
Gang of Four,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Spoonie Gee,
Panda Bear,
These Immortal Souls,
Agent Orange,
Terry Callier,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Cal Tjader,
Girls At Our Best!,
Reagan Youth,
Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai.
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.