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 Syria and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Slackers to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Roger Hodgson. All the underground hits.
All Radiohead tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anthony Braxton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stockholm Monsters,
Shuggie Otis,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Steve Hackett,
Harpers Bizarre,
Neil Young,
Boogie Down Productions,
Arthur Verocai,
Marine Girls,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Theoretical Girls,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Grandmaster Flash,
Thompson Twins,
Johnny Osbourne,
Black Flag,
Joe Finger,
Accadde A,
Supertramp,
X-101,
Tim Buckley,
Marcia Griffiths,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Rosa Yemen,
Model 500,
Glenn Branca,
Simply Red,
Tommy Roe,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Delon & Dalcan,
Banda Bassotti,
Sex Pistols,
E-Dancer,
The New Christs,
Blake Baxter,
Lower 48,
Dawn Penn,
The Divine Comedy,
Wolf Eyes,
Goldenarms,
Flamin' Groovies,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sight & Sound,
Alphaville,
Gil Scott Heron,
Jeru the Damaja,
Mandrill,
Ronnie Foster,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Swans,
Lightning Bolt,
The Birthday Party,
Can,
Jerry's Kids,
Lalo Schifrin,
L. Decosne,
Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock.
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.