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 Monaco and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 sitar 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Popol Vuh. All the underground hits.
All The Toasters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faraquet 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Hashim,
X-101,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Minor Threat,
The Gun Club,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Red Krayola,
Pet Shop Boys,
Chris Corsano,
Brothers Johnson,
The Slackers,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Jawbox,
Minnie Riperton,
The Beau Brummels,
Camouflage,
Susan Cadogan,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
New Order,
Duran Duran,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Radiopuhelimet,
Deakin,
Idris Muhammad,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Flesh Eaters,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Leonard Cohen,
Agent Orange,
The Index,
the Fania All-Stars,
Crime,
Visage,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Moss Icon,
Sound Behaviour,
Saccharine Trust,
Lindisfarne,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gregory Isaacs,
Kayak,
Bronski Beat,
The Knickerbockers,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Kool Moe Dee,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Wire,
Fat Boys,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Chrome,
Bizarre Inc.,
Pierre Henry,
Harpers Bizarre,
Alice Coltrane,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Human League,
Half Japanese,
Pylon,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free.
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.