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 Austria and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Traffic Nightmare to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Warsaw. All the underground hits.
All Lebanon Hanover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Leaves 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 sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Max Romeo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxy Music,
Gong,
Pagans,
La Düsseldorf,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Boz Scaggs,
Absolute Body Control,
Agent Orange,
Circle Jerks,
The Smiths,
Pussy Galore,
The Neon Judgement,
Tubeway Army,
Colin Newman,
Maurizio,
Schoolly D,
Camouflage,
Hardrive,
Gastr Del Sol,
Joey Negro,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Sound,
The Pretty Things,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Matthew Halsall,
Aural Exciters,
Subhumans,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Alarm Clocks,
Man Parrish,
Tropical Tobacco,
Audionom,
LL Cool J,
Icehouse,
Andrew Hill,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Brothers Johnson,
Grandmaster Flash,
Wasted Youth,
D'Angelo,
Maleditus Sound,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gang Starr,
Letta Mbulu,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Minor Threat,
Infiniti,
Jawbox,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Mandrill,
Scrapy,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Girls At Our Best!,
EPMD,
Kaleidoscope,
Sugar Minott,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Aaron Thompson,
Carl Craig,
Brick,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra.
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.