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 Kiribati and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Cairo.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Funky Four + One to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Slits. All the underground hits.
All Excepter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Whodini record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pussy Galore record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Martian,
Bill Wells,
MDC,
The Cowsills,
Wolf Eyes,
Cameo,
Joe Smooth,
The Divine Comedy,
Angry Samoans,
The Smoke,
The Trojans,
Ronnie Foster,
Japan,
Curtis Mayfield,
U.S. Maple,
Basic Channel,
The Angels of Light,
Crime,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ituana,
Judy Mowatt,
Altered Images,
Mandrill,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Terrestrial Tones,
Smog,
The Names,
Bauhaus,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Country Teasers,
Wally Richardson,
Make Up,
Organ,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gastr Del Sol,
Whodini,
Warsaw,
Tres Demented,
Iggy Pop,
The Walker Brothers,
The Dave Clark Five,
Leonard Cohen,
Dawn Penn,
Saccharine Trust,
Janne Schatter,
Crooked Eye,
Bootsy Collins,
Little Man,
Danielle Patucci,
Skarface,
The Gories,
Fela Kuti,
The Offenders,
Electric Prunes,
Sonny Sharrock,
Depeche Mode,
John Lydon,
The Busters,
Albert Ayler,
The Monks, The Monks, The Monks, The Monks.
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.