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 Sierra Leone and from Winnipeg.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lyon.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ 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 Radiopuhelimet to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Gichy Dan. All the underground hits.
All Dawn Penn tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angry Samoans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moss Icon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Symarip,
Jacob Miller,
Freddie Wadling,
The Durutti Column,
John Cale,
Yusef Lateef,
Scan 7,
Monks,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lyres,
Rekid,
Marc Almond,
Tubeway Army,
Soulsonic Force,
Angry Samoans,
Deepchord,
Todd Terry,
Flamin' Groovies,
Hardrive,
The Buckinghams,
Gichy Dan,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Liliput,
The Birthday Party,
The Alarm Clocks,
Von Mondo,
Byron Stingily,
Matthew Halsall,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
F. McDonald,
Peter and Kerry,
John Coltrane,
Panda Bear,
The Gun Club,
Quadrant,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Flesh Eaters,
Agitation Free,
Michelle Simonal,
Rosa Yemen,
Connie Case,
the Bar-Kays,
The Names,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
CMW,
Kenny Larkin,
Chris & Cosey,
Bad Manners,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Tommy Roe,
The Neon Judgement,
The Pretty Things,
Harmonia,
Ossler,
Sparks,
The Skatalites,
Duran Duran,
Joensuu 1685,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Television Personalities,
Sex Pistols,
Funky Four + One,
The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels.
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.