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 Tuvalu and from Lagos.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Sao Paulo.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Minny Pops to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Fifty Foot Hose. All the underground hits.
All Moebius tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Raincoats 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Japan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Model 500,
Black Bananas,
D'Angelo,
Frankie Knuckles,
Jandek,
Toni Rubio,
Joe Smooth,
Marine Girls,
Stereo Dub,
The Stooges,
John Foxx,
Pharoah Sanders,
Make Up,
Fluxion,
Mars,
The Doors,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Echospace,
The Monks,
Gregory Isaacs,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Techniques,
The Buckinghams,
Minutemen,
Tom Boy,
Franke,
Y Pants,
Gang of Four,
The Barracudas,
Juan Atkins,
Jacob Miller,
Pussy Galore,
Sam Rivers,
New York Dolls,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Slick Rick,
Agent Orange,
Warren Ellis,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Goldenarms,
PIL,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Kevin Saunderson,
Index,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lightning Bolt,
Duran Duran,
The Move,
Yusef Lateef,
Quadrant,
The New Christs,
Swans,
Rod Modell,
Stetsasonic,
Oblivians,
Kerrie Biddell,
Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith.
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.