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 Madagascar and from Manila.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 synthesizer 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 Minor Threat to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Aural Exciters. All the underground hits.
All Gong tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Enemy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thompson Twins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Janne Schatter,
The Blackbyrds,
Kas Product,
Jerry's Kids,
Kerri Chandler,
Spoonie Gee,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Dead C,
Swans,
Idris Muhammad,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Aaron Thompson,
Ponytail,
Quantec,
Lyres,
Infiniti,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
New Age Steppers,
Blossom Toes,
Parry Music,
the Sonics,
Dave Gahan,
T.S.O.L.,
The Grass Roots,
Whodini,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Happenings,
The Detroit Cobras,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lucky Dragons,
Girls At Our Best!,
Juan Atkins,
The Gap Band,
Cameo,
Prince Buster,
Ituana,
Leonard Cohen,
Basic Channel,
Urselle,
Can,
Freddie Wadling,
Unrelated Segments,
Matthew Halsall,
Rosa Yemen,
Warsaw,
Lindisfarne,
Japan,
Trumans Water,
Monolake,
Cybotron,
Eurythmics,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Donald Byrd,
The Seeds,
The Cowsills,
Maurizio,
Soul II Soul,
Public Enemy,
Colin Newman,
T. Rex,
Ossler, Ossler, Ossler, Ossler.
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.