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 Jordan and from Johannesburg.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the theremin 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 Derrick Morgan to the funk 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 Bauhaus. All the underground hits.
All The Saints tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-Ray Spex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mo-Dettes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes 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?
Eyeless In Gaza,
Swell Maps,
The Modern Lovers,
Delta 5,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Boogie Down Productions,
Second Layer,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Moby Grape,
Bob Dylan,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Andrew Hill,
Fluxion,
Jeff Lynne,
Laurel Aitken,
Shoche,
Ice-T,
Glenn Branca,
The Fuzztones,
Frankie Knuckles,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Wasted Youth,
Girls At Our Best!,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Susan Cadogan,
The Selecter,
Pagans,
Eric Dolphy,
T.S.O.L.,
Moss Icon,
Brass Construction,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Erasure,
Nik Kershaw,
Grey Daturas,
The Invisible,
Fela Kuti,
Minnie Riperton,
Pussy Galore,
The Dead C,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
John Lydon,
Sugar Minott,
The Sound,
A Certain Ratio,
Section 25,
The Skatalites,
Harmonia,
Ken Boothe,
Junior Murvin,
Nils Olav,
Kerrie Biddell,
Los Fastidios,
a-ha,
The Buckinghams,
Big Daddy Kane,
David McCallum,
Mission of Burma,
Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear.
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.