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 Albania and from Milan.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Fugs to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Sonics. All the underground hits.
All The Fall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Letta Mbulu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slick Rick,
Al Stewart,
Neil Young,
Marmalade,
Nick Fraelich,
Bronski Beat,
Icehouse,
Eli Mardock,
The Kinks,
Bobby Womack,
Metal Thangz,
Dennis Brown,
The United States of America,
Kurtis Blow,
The Real Kids,
Mark Hollis,
Anakelly,
Audionom,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Juan Atkins,
The Electric Prunes,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Jacques Brel,
UT,
The Saints,
Nik Kershaw,
Negative Approach,
The Divine Comedy,
Terry Callier,
The Moleskins,
Groovy Waters,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Moebius,
Monolake,
Ralphi Rosario,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Stereo Dub,
Tres Demented,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Television,
The Flesh Eaters,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ronnie Foster,
Yellowson,
Maurizio,
Connie Case,
Trumans Water,
Black Sheep,
Wire,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lightning Bolt,
Grey Daturas,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Oblivians,
Urselle,
8 Eyed Spy,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Minor Threat,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs.
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.