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 Yemen and from Mumbai.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 clarinet 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 The Dirtbombs 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog. All the underground hits.
All DeepChord presents Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James Chance & The Contortions 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Procol Harum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kenny Larkin,
Jacques Brel,
The Kinks,
Lightning Bolt,
Fear,
Gerry Rafferty,
Icehouse,
Liliput,
Amon Düül II,
Sixth Finger,
John Holt,
Gang of Four,
Vainqueur,
The Move,
Con Funk Shun,
The Barracudas,
Sound Behaviour,
Blake Baxter,
Erasure,
The Techniques,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Yaz,
Magma,
Schoolly D,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Alison Limerick,
Kayak,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Delon & Dalcan,
Public Enemy,
Porter Ricks,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Severed Heads,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Moody Blues,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Trumans Water,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Q and Not U,
Nik Kershaw,
Byron Stingily,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Swans,
The Human League,
Barbara Tucker,
Crispy Ambulance,
Derrick Morgan,
Boogie Down Productions,
Barclay James Harvest,
Roxette,
Kerri Chandler,
Rhythm & Sound,
Letta Mbulu,
Intrusion,
Sexual Harrassment,
Unrelated Segments,
Thee Headcoats,
Suicide,
Anakelly,
The Evens,
Fat Boys,
Easy Going,
The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five.
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.