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 Namibia and from Manila.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Blossom Toes to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Maurizio. All the underground hits.
All Das Ding tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minutemen 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Danielle Patucci record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare 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?
Slave,
Altered Images,
The Grass Roots,
Joyce Sims,
Lebanon Hanover,
Piero Umiliani,
Hot Snakes,
The Monks,
Joe Smooth,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Gories,
Tommy Roe,
Harpers Bizarre,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The New Christs,
Urselle,
Sun City Girls,
Amon Düül II,
The Electric Prunes,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Franke,
Country Teasers,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gichy Dan,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Rosa Yemen,
Rufus Thomas,
Y Pants,
Carl Craig,
Yusef Lateef,
Cameo,
Amon Düül,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Deakin,
Infiniti,
Dead Boys,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Johnny Osbourne,
Johnny Clarke,
Porter Ricks,
Ossler,
Rotary Connection,
Quando Quango,
The Divine Comedy,
Can,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Josef K,
Aswad,
8 Eyed Spy,
Half Japanese,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Godley & Creme,
The Mummies,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Real Kids,
John Foxx,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sexual Harrassment,
Jandek, Jandek, Jandek, Jandek.
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.