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 China and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 World's Most to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282. All the underground hits.
All Rites of Spring tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sugar Minott record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Terry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minor Threat,
Pagans,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Smog,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Stooges,
Funky Four + One,
The Angels of Light,
Moby Grape,
Joe Finger,
Susan Cadogan,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Warren Ellis,
Gang Starr,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lightning Bolt,
Sex Pistols,
Barrington Levy,
Mr. Review,
Freddie Wadling,
Scott Walker,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Man Eating Sloth,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Saints,
Mandrill,
Franke,
Bill Wells,
John Cale,
Drexciya,
The Index,
Nik Kershaw,
Ken Boothe,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Agitation Free,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Blackbyrds,
The Count Five,
Hoover,
Wings,
Cymande,
Derrick May,
The Divine Comedy,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Dead C,
Ronan,
Marc Almond,
the Fania All-Stars,
Godley & Creme,
The Residents,
Khruangbin,
Wolf Eyes,
Derrick Morgan,
Can,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bizarre Inc.,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bluetip,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective.
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.