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 Mali and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Cure to the grunge 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 Louis and Bebe Barron. All the underground hits.
All Panda Bear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stiv Bators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Hood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doobie Brothers,
Sällskapet,
The Smoke,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Laurel Aitken,
Moebius,
Sarah Menescal,
Bill Wells,
Camberwell Now,
Rosa Yemen,
Zapp,
The Standells,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Scientists,
Warren Ellis,
Von Mondo,
The Young Rascals,
Alice Coltrane,
Aural Exciters,
T.S.O.L.,
Deepchord,
Jawbox,
Organ,
Essential Logic,
The Index,
Moby Grape,
The Cosmic Jokers,
10cc,
The Buckinghams,
Black Moon,
F. McDonald,
Todd Terry,
Agitation Free,
Stiv Bators,
A Certain Ratio,
Yellowson,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Joey Negro,
Roger Hodgson,
Reagan Youth,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Minutemen,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Average White Band,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Tremeloes,
Avey Tare,
Buzzcocks,
Alphaville,
Kerri Chandler,
Scratch Acid,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
John Foxx,
China Crisis,
Y Pants,
Angry Samoans,
Sexual Harrassment,
D'Angelo,
Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine.
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.