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 Guyana and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 Halifax and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 guitar 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 Tres Demented to the electroclash 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 Barry Ungar. All the underground hits.
All The Black Dice tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar 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 sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flipper,
The Moody Blues,
Tomorrow,
Niagra,
The Red Krayola,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Letta Mbulu,
Model 500,
The Black Dice,
Outsiders,
Sun Ra,
Bang On A Can,
Kayak,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Roy Ayers,
Subhumans,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Raincoats,
The Cowsills,
Kas Product,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Brick,
Joensuu 1685,
Eric B and Rakim,
Altered Images,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Funkadelic,
Saccharine Trust,
The Detroit Cobras,
Magma,
Soulsonic Force,
Jerry's Kids,
MDC,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Terrestrial Tones,
Negative Approach,
Hot Snakes,
John Coltrane,
Danielle Patucci,
Andrew Hill,
Visage,
Tres Demented,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
F. McDonald,
Fear,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Scrapy,
Black Moon,
Royal Trux,
Soft Cell,
The Busters,
Unrelated Segments,
Sam Rivers,
The Flesh Eaters,
Jawbox,
Panda Bear,
Gong,
The Pop Group,
Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys.
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.