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 San Marino and from Hong Kong.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Manila.
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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Chrome to the funk 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 Q65. All the underground hits.
All Dawn Penn tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sixth Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dave Clark Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Terry,
Hoover,
Sparks,
New York Dolls,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Radiohead,
Jerry's Kids,
June Days,
Rosa Yemen,
Ultra Naté,
Dark Day,
Tears for Fears,
Basic Channel,
Grandmaster Flash,
Steve Hackett,
Vladislav Delay,
Suburban Knight,
Wire,
Michelle Simonal,
Urselle,
Barrington Levy,
Excepter,
Connie Case,
The Saints,
Matthew Halsall,
Banda Bassotti,
The Offenders,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Das Ding,
Gichy Dan,
The Grass Roots,
Idris Muhammad,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gang Green,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Birthday Party,
The Busters,
Spandau Ballet,
Eddi Front,
The Gladiators,
Black Bananas,
Quadrant,
Barry Ungar,
The New Christs,
Television Personalities,
the Fania All-Stars,
EPMD,
Man Eating Sloth,
the Germs,
Half Japanese,
Clear Light,
Depeche Mode,
Letta Mbulu,
Johnny Clarke,
David McCallum,
Skaos,
Moebius,
Von Mondo,
The Motions,
Judy Mowatt,
Brand Nubian,
The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues.
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.