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 Mongolia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Pantaleimon to the rap 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 Davy DMX. All the underground hits.
All Sound Behaviour tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Excepter 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Youth Brigade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fatback Band,
Tomorrow,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Alphaville,
Delta 5,
Eli Mardock,
The Cowsills,
Scan 7,
Morten Harket,
The Alarm Clocks,
the Bar-Kays,
Aloha Tigers,
Amon Düül II,
Bootsy Collins,
T. Rex,
Jerry's Kids,
Cal Tjader,
Flash Fearless,
Jandek,
Soul II Soul,
MC5,
The Searchers,
Kenny Larkin,
Altered Images,
Fugazi,
Cluster,
Circle Jerks,
FM Einheit,
Kerri Chandler,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Spandau Ballet,
Parry Music,
Neil Young,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Misunderstood,
The Gap Band,
ABBA,
Eric B and Rakim,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Letta Mbulu,
Roxette,
Camouflage,
Shoche,
Deakin,
Isaac Hayes,
Andrew Hill,
Fad Gadget,
June of 44,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Maurizio,
The Doobie Brothers,
Judy Mowatt,
Gerry Rafferty,
Harmonia,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bad Manners,
Joe Smooth,
Interpol,
Aswad,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Moleskins,
Pantytec,
Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange.
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.