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 Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 guitar 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx to the grunge 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 the Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All The Sisters of Mercy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiopuhelimet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nation of Ulysses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABC,
AZ,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Jandek,
Todd Rundgren,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Vainqueur,
Shuggie Otis,
Sun City Girls,
The Trojans,
Crash Course in Science,
Frankie Knuckles,
Make Up,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Don Cherry,
Urselle,
Deakin,
The Selecter,
Desert Stars,
Crispian St. Peters,
Cluster,
Hardrive,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sonny Sharrock,
Mandrill,
KRS-One,
Donny Hathaway,
Moby Grape,
The Monochrome Set,
Dennis Brown,
The Offenders,
Ronan,
Fat Boys,
Gang of Four,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Music Machine,
The Fortunes,
Barbara Tucker,
Radiopuhelimet,
Marine Girls,
The Birthday Party,
Index,
Pantaleimon,
Lakeside,
Electric Light Orchestra,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Standells,
Toni Rubio,
Josef K,
New York Dolls,
Fluxion,
The Angels of Light,
The Gladiators,
The Searchers,
Jawbox,
The Mummies,
Black Sheep,
Carl Craig,
Rufus Thomas,
Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen.
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.