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 Guinea and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Residents to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Byron Stingily. All the underground hits.
All Hardrive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Juan Atkins 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Trojans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Zeros,
Black Sheep,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Half Japanese,
Tres Demented,
Camouflage,
Zapp,
Urselle,
Eli Mardock,
CMW,
Ronan,
Pulsallama,
Crash Course in Science,
The Motions,
In Retrospect,
Das Ding,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lou Reed,
Delta 5,
Lower 48,
Slave,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Evens,
The Black Dice,
Hot Snakes,
Peter & Gordon,
Spoonie Gee,
Gang Gang Dance,
Whodini,
Lou Christie,
Panda Bear,
MC5,
Mr. Review,
Ituana,
Byron Stingily,
Swell Maps,
The Litter,
Cal Tjader,
Liliput,
Intrusion,
Shuggie Otis,
Shoche,
Piero Umiliani,
DJ Sneak,
Sex Pistols,
Funky Four + One,
Fela Kuti,
Faraquet,
Pantytec,
Minny Pops,
B.T. Express,
Alice Coltrane,
Fad Gadget,
John Cale,
Minutemen,
Agent Orange,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Pylon, Pylon, Pylon, Pylon.
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.