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 Madagascar and from Philadelphia.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
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 Ash Ra Tempel to the rap 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 Sonic Youth. All the underground hits.
All Interpol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Depeche Mode 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tom Boy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator 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?
Grey Daturas,
Alison Limerick,
Swans,
Television,
Goldenarms,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Index,
Duran Duran,
Ultimate Spinach,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Joy Division,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Pere Ubu,
The Techniques,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Glenn Branca,
Magma,
The Human League,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Urselle,
Hot Snakes,
U.S. Maple,
The Dead C,
Dawn Penn,
Ultra Naté,
Big Daddy Kane,
Blossom Toes,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ken Boothe,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Symarip,
Unwound,
Donny Hathaway,
Zero Boys,
Oblivians,
The Last Poets,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Underground Resistance,
Spandau Ballet,
Bobby Sherman,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Tommy Roe,
Mr. Review,
The Selecter,
Maurizio,
Sex Pistols,
Marc Almond,
Ornette Coleman,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Michelle Simonal,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Dead Boys,
Erasure,
Cybotron,
Marmalade,
The Doobie Brothers,
Barry Ungar,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Marcia Griffiths,
Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne.
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.