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 East Timor and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Delhi.
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 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 Dorothy Ashby to the rock 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 Barrington Levy. All the underground hits.
All The Cowsills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Beasts of Bourbon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lonnie Liston Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin 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?
The Slackers,
Flipper,
Vainqueur,
Oblivians,
Newcleus,
Traffic Nightmare,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Gories,
Nico,
Michelle Simonal,
Ultimate Spinach,
Johnny Osbourne,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Pierre Henry,
Pagans,
Barry Ungar,
Loose Ends,
Byron Stingily,
Shuggie Otis,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Outsiders,
Bauhaus,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Dark Day,
Matthew Halsall,
A Certain Ratio,
Robert Görl,
Public Enemy,
Yusef Lateef,
This Heat,
Talk Talk,
Henry Cow,
Bobby Womack,
Boredoms,
Stereo Dub,
Eric Copeland,
The Mojo Men,
Jeff Lynne,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Black Bananas,
New Age Steppers,
Panda Bear,
10cc,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Velvet Underground,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Eddi Front,
Sight & Sound,
Girls At Our Best!,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Fugs,
The Wake,
Susan Cadogan,
The Beau Brummels,
Saccharine Trust,
Arthur Verocai,
ABBA,
Amon Düül,
Bronski Beat,
Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew.
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.