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 Turkmenistan and from Manila.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Sunsets and Hearts to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 DeepChord presents Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Freddie Wadling tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crooked Eye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boredoms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Y Pants,
Althea and Donna,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Oneida,
Tropical Tobacco,
Absolute Body Control,
Pagans,
Soft Machine,
UT,
Alton Ellis,
Severed Heads,
Moby Grape,
Scion,
the Germs,
The Dead C,
Dead Boys,
The Blues Magoos,
Maurizio,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Infiniti,
The Names,
Barrington Levy,
DJ Sneak,
The Stooges,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ultravox,
Michelle Simonal,
Brass Construction,
Bush Tetras,
The Alarm Clocks,
Stereo Dub,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Grass Roots,
Lower 48,
Gong,
Flash Fearless,
The Seeds,
Arcadia,
The Gun Club,
Danielle Patucci,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Jawbox,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Cheater Slicks,
Minutemen,
Iggy Pop,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Royal Trux,
Stetsasonic,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
ABC,
Wally Richardson,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Barry Ungar,
The Selecter,
Banda Bassotti,
Qualms,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gregory Isaacs,
Magazine,
Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music.
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.