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 Colombia and from Tokyo.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Public Image Ltd. to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Rekid. All the underground hits.
All Reagan Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boz Scaggs 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Infiniti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June of 44,
48th St. Collective,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sun Ra,
Jawbox,
Dark Day,
Magazine,
Hashim,
Nik Kershaw,
Eurythmics,
Delta 5,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Dennis Brown,
The Fall,
Fear,
Dorothy Ashby,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Buckinghams,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Fat Boys,
Fifty Foot Hose,
the Human League,
Blossom Toes,
Kevin Saunderson,
Tomorrow,
Kaleidoscope,
Bluetip,
Livin' Joy,
The United States of America,
Spoonie Gee,
Bob Dylan,
Terry Callier,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Brand Nubian,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sarah Menescal,
Eden Ahbez,
Sonic Youth,
The Searchers,
Maleditus Sound,
Index,
Patti Smith,
The Stooges,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
One Last Wish,
The Techniques,
La Düsseldorf,
R.M.O.,
Howard Jones,
Bootsy Collins,
Vainqueur,
Godley & Creme,
The Litter,
Anthony Braxton,
Ponytail,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Dave Gahan,
the Normal,
Faust,
Albert Ayler,
Cecil Taylor,
John Cale,
Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel.
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.