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 Monaco and from Paris.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Busters to the dance 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 Khruangbin. All the underground hits.
All Manfred Mann's Earth Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Infiniti 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gregory Isaacs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
New Age Steppers,
Henry Cow,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Talk Talk,
Fat Boys,
Eric Copeland,
Marc Almond,
Mandrill,
The Doors,
Radio Birdman,
The Red Krayola,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Monolake,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ornette Coleman,
Adolescents,
The Cure,
Moss Icon,
Matthew Halsall,
Gabor Szabo,
Lakeside,
Godley & Creme,
Camouflage,
Fugazi,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Circle Jerks,
Yazoo,
Severed Heads,
Max Romeo,
Sandy B,
The Martian,
Jeru the Damaja,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Heaven 17,
Hot Snakes,
Lalo Schifrin,
Buzzcocks,
John Holt,
The Music Machine,
The Litter,
Thee Headcoats,
Accadde A,
Echospace,
Flash Fearless,
Lightning Bolt,
Sister Nancy,
Neu!,
The Smiths,
Cameo,
Nils Olav,
Rakim,
Electric Prunes,
Aural Exciters,
Erasure,
Howard Jones,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Pierre Henry,
Organ,
Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars.
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.