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 Nauru and from Lyon.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 The Men They Couldn't Hang to the crunk 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan. All the underground hits.
All Tom Boy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Shadows of Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Count Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sight & Sound,
Black Bananas,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Vladislav Delay,
Marine Girls,
Kurtis Blow,
The Neon Judgement,
Matthew Halsall,
Swell Maps,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Human League,
Gang of Four,
Dual Sessions,
The Raincoats,
The Beau Brummels,
the Germs,
Dorothy Ashby,
the Swans,
The Gladiators,
Mo-Dettes,
The Fugs,
Arcadia,
Morten Harket,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Harpers Bizarre,
Siglo XX,
Bobby Hutcherson,
kango's stein massive,
Delta 5,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Y Pants,
Bad Manners,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Connie Case,
Simply Red,
Ossler,
The Red Krayola,
Blancmange,
Cheater Slicks,
The Remains,
Ash Ra Tempel,
John Foxx,
Alice Coltrane,
Animal Collective,
Dawn Penn,
Rotary Connection,
Nico,
Deakin,
Kenny Larkin,
Amon Düül II,
The Motions,
The Blues Magoos,
The Velvet Underground,
Reagan Youth,
Joe Smooth,
Monolake,
OOIOO,
Anakelly,
The Seeds,
Tears for Fears,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam.
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.