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 Guinea-Bissau and from Milan.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Section 25 to the grime 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 Masters at Work. All the underground hits.
All Gabor Szabo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris & Cosey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Standells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
These Immortal Souls,
Colin Newman,
Erykah Badu,
Funkadelic,
Dead Boys,
Jeru the Damaja,
Das Ding,
Isaac Hayes,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Red Krayola,
Gang Green,
Warren Ellis,
Guru Guru,
Gerry Rafferty,
Soul II Soul,
Davy DMX,
Gang Starr,
Peter and Kerry,
The Modern Lovers,
The Doobie Brothers,
Barclay James Harvest,
ABBA,
Fear,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Seeds,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Wasted Youth,
Theoretical Girls,
Alphaville,
Glambeats Corp.,
China Crisis,
Underground Resistance,
Mantronix,
James White and The Blacks,
Fugazi,
The Wake,
Heaven 17,
Sandy B,
Hot Snakes,
Joey Negro,
Nick Fraelich,
DJ Sneak,
Siglo XX,
Boredoms,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Moody Blues,
The Leaves,
Lucky Dragons,
Thompson Twins,
Soft Machine,
Crash Course in Science,
La Düsseldorf,
Shuggie Otis,
Deakin,
Sarah Menescal,
Pussy Galore,
Porter Ricks,
Average White Band,
Scan 7,
Gregory Isaacs,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats.
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.