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 Rwanda 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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Heavy D & The Boyz to the electroclash 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 Boogie Down Productions. All the underground hits.
All Boogie Down Productions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Seeds 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Organ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anthony Braxton,
Underground Resistance,
T.S.O.L.,
The Real Kids,
Ralphi Rosario,
Section 25,
Roy Ayers,
The Evens,
The Associates,
The Birthday Party,
Radio Birdman,
Danielle Patucci,
David Bowie,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Peter & Gordon,
Tears for Fears,
Kurtis Blow,
The Mojo Men,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Yazoo,
CMW,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
the Swans,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Country Teasers,
Procol Harum,
Duran Duran,
Big Daddy Kane,
Archie Shepp,
Goldenarms,
Stiv Bators,
Mars,
Minny Pops,
Gang Starr,
Echospace,
Freddie Wadling,
Harpers Bizarre,
Jacob Miller,
Livin' Joy,
Skriet,
The Toasters,
Desert Stars,
Arab on Radar,
The Gladiators,
The Star Department,
Metal Thangz,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ultravox,
Zero Boys,
The New Christs,
Unrelated Segments,
The Fall,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ornette Coleman,
Malaria!,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ohio Players,
Make Up,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Yellowson,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Vladislav Delay,
The Music Machine,
Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw.
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.