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 Paraguay and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lille.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Nirvana to the rock 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 Barclay James Harvest. All the underground hits.
All Arthur Verocai 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 electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deadbeat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stereo Dub,
The Doobie Brothers,
Jawbox,
Kas Product,
Arcadia,
Deadbeat,
The Associates,
B.T. Express,
The Index,
Altered Images,
Throbbing Gristle,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Seeds,
Royal Trux,
Bobby Byrd,
The Fall,
Tom Boy,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Leaves,
Erasure,
Cabaret Voltaire,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Kayak,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Barracudas,
Con Funk Shun,
the Association,
Lee Hazlewood,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Todd Terry,
Sandy B,
Mo-Dettes,
Bill Near,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Morten Harket,
The Offenders,
One Last Wish,
The Modern Lovers,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
T.S.O.L.,
Robert Hood,
Lightning Bolt,
Ken Boothe,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Unrelated Segments,
Spandau Ballet,
The Martian,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Fat Boys,
June Days,
Quando Quango,
Albert Ayler,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Echospace,
The Five Americans,
The Young Rascals,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig.
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.