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 South Africa and from Lille.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Beijing.
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 clarinet 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 Suburban Knight to the grime 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 The Monochrome Set. All the underground hits.
All The Neon Judgement tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ajijia Myrayebe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thee Headcoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Mary Jane Girls,
Grey Daturas,
Symarip,
Animal Collective,
Morten Harket,
Technova,
Bauhaus,
The Index,
Chris & Cosey,
Whodini,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
DNA,
Agitation Free,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Skriet,
a-ha,
Khruangbin,
Iggy Pop,
Warren Ellis,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Brothers Johnson,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
David Axelrod,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Reagan Youth,
Wasted Youth,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
DJ Style,
The Kinks,
The Mummies,
Suburban Knight,
Bluetip,
Soft Machine,
Girls At Our Best!,
Outsiders,
Jacob Miller,
Kevin Saunderson,
Y Pants,
Ludus,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Livin' Joy,
The Evens,
The Litter,
John Cale,
Mo-Dettes,
Groovy Waters,
Youth Brigade,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lakeside,
Kenny Larkin,
Television Personalities,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Quantec,
Royal Trux,
Gastr Del Sol,
the Germs,
Mark Hollis,
Crooked Eye,
Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman.
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.