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 Liberia and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Mad Mike to the grunge 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 Main Source. All the underground hits.
All Teenage Jesus and the Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liaisons Dangereuses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gian Franco Pienzio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ossler,
Brick,
Banda Bassotti,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sandy B,
This Heat,
The Modern Lovers,
Wasted Youth,
Mad Mike,
Altered Images,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Blake Baxter,
Suicide,
Excepter,
Crooked Eye,
Mark Hollis,
Pantaleimon,
The Moleskins,
The Monochrome Set,
The Durutti Column,
Swell Maps,
Fad Gadget,
Joe Finger,
Laurel Aitken,
Newcleus,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Joy Division,
The Human League,
The Real Kids,
Basic Channel,
Bad Manners,
Model 500,
Sonic Youth,
Black Moon,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Raincoats,
The Young Rascals,
The Birthday Party,
David Bowie,
The New Christs,
Spandau Ballet,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Scientists,
Warsaw,
Electric Prunes,
Subhumans,
Barclay James Harvest,
Cheater Slicks,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sarah Menescal,
Avey Tare,
T.S.O.L.,
Flash Fearless,
Curtis Mayfield,
Deakin,
Anthony Braxton,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
H. Thieme,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Last Poets,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ralphi Rosario,
Harmonia,
a-ha,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic.
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.