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 Kyrgyzstan and from Philadelphia.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Slave to the rock 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 Model 500. All the underground hits.
All The Gladiators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fear 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Black Dice record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-102,
Aural Exciters,
Rapeman,
Warren Ellis,
The Divine Comedy,
The Walker Brothers,
Bronski Beat,
Flash Fearless,
Kerrie Biddell,
the Normal,
Barclay James Harvest,
Blossom Toes,
The Slits,
Ossler,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
X-101,
Cybotron,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Dawn Penn,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Soft Cell,
Pantaleimon,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Zapp,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Seeds,
The Count Five,
Au Pairs,
Harry Pussy,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Move,
Erykah Badu,
Terry Callier,
K-Klass,
The Blues Magoos,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Country Joe & The Fish,
David McCallum,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Don Cherry,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Alice Coltrane,
Faraquet,
Peter & Gordon,
Shoche,
Duran Duran,
Eurythmics,
Harpers Bizarre,
Slick Rick,
Alphaville,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Spandau Ballet,
U.S. Maple,
Sister Nancy,
Vladislav Delay,
F. McDonald,
Avey Tare,
Unwound,
Royal Trux,
The Martian,
Cecil Taylor,
Q65, Q65, Q65, Q65.
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.