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 Gabon and from Edmonton.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Copenhagen.
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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Chris Corsano to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Agent Orange. All the underground hits.
All Brothers Johnson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Modern Lovers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Star Department record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Technova,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Eric Dolphy,
Danielle Patucci,
Ten City,
Althea and Donna,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Kas Product,
Eve St. Jones,
Ossler,
Matthew Halsall,
Hot Snakes,
The Count Five,
Monolake,
X-102,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Rufus Thomas,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Guru Guru,
MC5,
Minny Pops,
The Monochrome Set,
The Fall,
Easy Going,
Pole,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Talk Talk,
The Happenings,
The Knickerbockers,
The Barracudas,
Intrusion,
T.S.O.L.,
Skarface,
Flash Fearless,
Absolute Body Control,
Idris Muhammad,
Nas,
Marc Almond,
Mars,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Dorothy Ashby,
Robert Wyatt,
Pierre Henry,
Terrestrial Tones,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sam Rivers,
Electric Prunes,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Brick,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Fifty Foot Hose,
This Heat,
Neu!,
Drexciya,
Eden Ahbez,
Shoche,
Ludus,
Brand Nubian,
Agitation Free,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Doors,
Chris & Cosey,
Tomorrow,
The Cure, The Cure, The Cure, The Cure.
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.