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 Kuwait and from Mumbai.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Cairo.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the sitar 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 Wire to the rock 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 Jawbox. All the underground hits.
All The Flesh Eaters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Selector Dub Narcotic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Busters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sonics,
The American Breed,
Traffic Nightmare,
Scott Walker,
Surgeon,
The Motions,
Supertramp,
The Toasters,
the Soft Cell,
Dead Boys,
The Pretty Things,
Animal Collective,
Quadrant,
Swans,
Vainqueur,
Crispian St. Peters,
Girls At Our Best!,
Nirvana,
Ponytail,
Gang Green,
Judy Mowatt,
Glenn Branca,
Cluster,
Flamin' Groovies,
Dennis Brown,
Duran Duran,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Darondo,
Joey Negro,
Slave,
Chris & Cosey,
Crime,
Amon Düül,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Tubeway Army,
Johnny Osbourne,
OOIOO,
Donny Hathaway,
Kayak,
Scrapy,
DJ Style,
The Busters,
Inner City,
Angry Samoans,
Chrome,
A Flock of Seagulls,
X-101,
LL Cool J,
Moebius,
Terry Callier,
Khruangbin,
Johnny Clarke,
Shoche,
Robert Wyatt,
Tears for Fears,
The Dead C,
Wings,
Grey Daturas,
Stockholm Monsters,
Todd Terry,
Severed Heads,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd.
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.