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 Guinea and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 oboe 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 Stetsasonic to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Harpers Bizarre. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Bourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobbi Humphrey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drive Like Jehu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Throbbing Gristle,
Howard Jones,
Pulsallama,
Eric Dolphy,
Neil Young,
Marcia Griffiths,
Los Fastidios,
Boz Scaggs,
Fela Kuti,
Kas Product,
Funky Four + One,
The Kinks,
Depeche Mode,
The Detroit Cobras,
Interpol,
Pussy Galore,
New York Dolls,
Zero Boys,
The Cure,
Clear Light,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
X-Ray Spex,
New Order,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
R.M.O.,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Reagan Youth,
The Names,
Cheater Slicks,
Frankie Knuckles,
FM Einheit,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sonny Sharrock,
The Gladiators,
Second Layer,
Infiniti,
Sister Nancy,
Spandau Ballet,
New Age Steppers,
Joe Finger,
Masters at Work,
AZ,
Kayak,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sarah Menescal,
Amon Düül II,
Basic Channel,
Essential Logic,
DJ Sneak,
the Swans,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Smoke,
Ultra Naté,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The New Christs,
Spoonie Gee,
Monolake,
Mary Jane Girls,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Beau Brummels,
cv313, cv313, cv313, cv313.
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.