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 East Timor and from Spokane.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the organ 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 The Gun Club to the electroclash 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 Sad Lovers and Giants. All the underground hits.
All Underground Resistance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Don Cherry 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a This Heat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispy Ambulance,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Residents,
Theoretical Girls,
L. Decosne,
Rapeman,
Nick Fraelich,
Public Enemy,
The Gun Club,
June Days,
Urselle,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Gories,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Blues Magoos,
cv313,
Fear,
Hoover,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Tommy Roe,
Tom Boy,
Lightning Bolt,
Mantronix,
Curtis Mayfield,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sixth Finger,
The Human League,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Alison Limerick,
Chris Corsano,
Suicide,
Donny Hathaway,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Hashim,
E-Dancer,
The Slits,
Nico,
Arab on Radar,
Isaac Hayes,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Pere Ubu,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Siglo XX,
Q and Not U,
Janne Schatter,
Oneida,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Robert Görl,
Marine Girls,
Loose Ends,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Shuggie Otis,
Spoonie Gee,
Pharoah Sanders,
Radio Birdman,
Mandrill,
The Dave Clark Five,
Talk Talk,
Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol.
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.