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 Kosovo and from Manchester.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and New York.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Brothers Johnson to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sugar Minott. All the underground hits.
All Marmalade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Godley & Creme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer 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?
Donald Byrd,
Girls At Our Best!,
John Lydon,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bang On A Can,
Eden Ahbez,
Deepchord,
Massinfluence,
Drive Like Jehu,
Traffic Nightmare,
Wings,
F. McDonald,
Fugazi,
Public Enemy,
Leonard Cohen,
Can,
Pussy Galore,
Fad Gadget,
Kurtis Blow,
Rotary Connection,
Second Layer,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Brick,
Sun City Girls,
The Busters,
The Raincoats,
John Coltrane,
Freddie Wadling,
8 Eyed Spy,
Severed Heads,
Brass Construction,
Radiohead,
The Birthday Party,
Pole,
Slick Rick,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
U.S. Maple,
Mo-Dettes,
Jacob Miller,
Sonic Youth,
Graham Central Station,
Jeff Mills,
Flamin' Groovies,
DJ Sneak,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ralphi Rosario,
Prince Buster,
Bizarre Inc.,
Tim Buckley,
The Buckinghams,
Sexual Harrassment,
Stockholm Monsters,
Dawn Penn,
Rekid,
Rites of Spring,
the Soft Cell,
Patti Smith,
Ten City,
H. Thieme,
T. Rex,
Suburban Knight,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Technova,
The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos.
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.