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 Switzerland and from London.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare 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 Siglo XX to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Ultimate Spinach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Charles Mingus 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Offenders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rufus Thomas,
Tim Buckley,
Make Up,
Depeche Mode,
Desert Stars,
Peter & Gordon,
Scientists,
The Neon Judgement,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Real Kids,
KRS-One,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Von Mondo,
Tommy Roe,
The Moleskins,
The Kinks,
Massinfluence,
Popol Vuh,
Minnie Riperton,
Das Ding,
Ludus,
Fluxion,
Gang Starr,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gregory Isaacs,
The American Breed,
Underground Resistance,
Henry Cow,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gang of Four,
Pere Ubu,
John Holt,
Ponytail,
David Bowie,
John Foxx,
Anakelly,
Hoover,
The Slits,
This Heat,
The Smiths,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Roger Hodgson,
The Electric Prunes,
Los Fastidios,
Simply Red,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Animal Collective,
Kerri Chandler,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Nirvana,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Soul II Soul,
the Normal,
Eve St. Jones,
Pet Shop Boys,
Black Pus,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Spoonie Gee,
Mars,
Peter and Kerry,
Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne.
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.