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 Morocco and from Shanghai.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Sam Rivers to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Eric Dolphy. All the underground hits.
All The Count Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 8 Eyed Spy 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Victims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tropical Tobacco,
Lucky Dragons,
The United States of America,
The Barracudas,
The Shadows of Knight,
Panda Bear,
Yaz,
Can,
The Fuzztones,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Whodini,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Television,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Morten Harket,
Bobby Womack,
Arab on Radar,
Kerri Chandler,
Kas Product,
The Durutti Column,
Crash Course in Science,
Bush Tetras,
X-102,
Bootsy Collins,
Flamin' Groovies,
Q65,
Rod Modell,
Rosa Yemen,
The Monks,
Mandrill,
Vainqueur,
The Buckinghams,
The Associates,
Dead Boys,
Faraquet,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Grass Roots,
Simply Red,
Grey Daturas,
Shuggie Otis,
Rites of Spring,
In Retrospect,
Camouflage,
Absolute Body Control,
Robert Wyatt,
Connie Case,
June Days,
Q and Not U,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Human League,
Television Personalities,
B.T. Express,
Adolescents,
The Fire Engines,
Vladislav Delay,
Monolake,
Stereo Dub,
Cabaret Voltaire,
UT,
Arcadia,
Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX.
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.