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 Solomon Islands and from Cairo.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Outsiders to the grime 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 Inner City. All the underground hits.
All Procol Harum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Main Source record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thee Headcoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rites of Spring,
Dark Day,
Ultra Naté,
John Coltrane,
The Selecter,
Joe Finger,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Modern Lovers,
The Happenings,
Ponytail,
The Raincoats,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Joy Division,
Man Eating Sloth,
David Axelrod,
Circle Jerks,
Bluetip,
X-101,
R.M.O.,
The Monks,
Nas,
Subhumans,
The Knickerbockers,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Derrick May,
Absolute Body Control,
Reagan Youth,
U.S. Maple,
Wire,
The Kinks,
Q and Not U,
Unrelated Segments,
Dave Gahan,
T.S.O.L.,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Loose Ends,
Yusef Lateef,
MC5,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lakeside,
New York Dolls,
The Residents,
The Shadows of Knight,
Shuggie Otis,
Ituana,
OOIOO,
Intrusion,
Soul Sonic Force,
Motorama,
Albert Ayler,
CMW,
Avey Tare,
Q65,
Scratch Acid,
Nick Fraelich,
Deadbeat,
Shoche,
The Stooges,
Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys.
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.