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 Egypt and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 harpsichord 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 Bobby Sherman to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Royal Trux. All the underground hits.
All Nirvana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sällskapet 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra Arkestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rosa Yemen,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Dirtbombs,
Yellowson,
Michelle Simonal,
John Foxx,
Bush Tetras,
Scientists,
Siglo XX,
The Gladiators,
Prince Buster,
Pulsallama,
Rotary Connection,
The Pop Group,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
CMW,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
the Slits,
New York Dolls,
Joyce Sims,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Grandmaster Flash,
the Human League,
DNA,
The Leaves,
Bronski Beat,
Boogie Down Productions,
Eric B and Rakim,
Jacques Brel,
The Doobie Brothers,
Godley & Creme,
Jacob Miller,
Loose Ends,
The Skatalites,
Rites of Spring,
Skarface,
Khruangbin,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Saints,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Slackers,
Scratch Acid,
Intrusion,
Smog,
Bobby Byrd,
Half Japanese,
Bootsy Collins,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Monolake,
Lower 48,
James White and The Blacks,
Parry Music,
The Divine Comedy,
Animal Collective,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Radio Birdman,
The Raincoats,
Leonard Cohen,
Swell Maps,
Faust,
Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca.
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.