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 Norway and from Manchester.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 808 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 The Residents to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Man Eating Sloth. All the underground hits.
All Judy Mowatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiopuhelimet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a E-Dancer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Adolescents,
Andrew Hill,
New York Dolls,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Mummies,
The Moleskins,
Animal Collective,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Magma,
Anthony Braxton,
Lakeside,
The Human League,
Bronski Beat,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Cramps,
Boredoms,
Graham Central Station,
Second Layer,
John Holt,
Mary Jane Girls,
Arcadia,
KRS-One,
JFA,
The Monochrome Set,
Terry Callier,
Supertramp,
Quantec,
ABBA,
Black Sheep,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Tremeloes,
Crime,
Mission of Burma,
Ponytail,
Archie Shepp,
Circle Jerks,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Fall,
Sound Behaviour,
The Searchers,
Hot Snakes,
Judy Mowatt,
Crispian St. Peters,
Tomorrow,
Au Pairs,
Ornette Coleman,
Model 500,
Matthew Halsall,
Hashim,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Main Source,
D'Angelo,
Bang On A Can,
Yusef Lateef,
Youth Brigade,
PIL,
Jimmy McGriff,
Deadbeat,
Surgeon,
the Soft Cell,
Silicon Teens,
MDC,
Roxette, Roxette, Roxette, Roxette.
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.