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 Samoa and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 theremin 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 Hardrive to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Busters. All the underground hits.
All The Tremeloes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ituana 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Y Pants,
The Trojans,
The Black Dice,
The Invisible,
Amon Düül,
Spandau Ballet,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Jerry's Kids,
Matthew Halsall,
Pharoah Sanders,
the Bar-Kays,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Masters at Work,
Hasil Adkins,
June of 44,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Fire Engines,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Maurizio,
Nick Fraelich,
China Crisis,
Stiv Bators,
Ten City,
Erasure,
David Bowie,
Sonny Sharrock,
Stockholm Monsters,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Pagans,
The American Breed,
Eddi Front,
The Misunderstood,
Eden Ahbez,
Absolute Body Control,
The Searchers,
Avey Tare,
Severed Heads,
Hoover,
Ohio Players,
The Walker Brothers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Red Krayola,
Motorama,
Archie Shepp,
the Association,
Ronnie Foster,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Fugs,
Marshall Jefferson,
Eve St. Jones,
Matthew Bourne,
Boogie Down Productions,
In Retrospect,
Suicide,
Bobby Sherman,
Roger Hodgson,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant.
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.