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 Marshall Islands and from Lagos.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 mellotron 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 The Star Department 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 Anthony Braxton. All the underground hits.
All Judy Mowatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispy Ambulance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bauhaus,
The Gun Club,
Roy Ayers,
Wire,
The Count Five,
Archie Shepp,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Severed Heads,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Stockholm Monsters,
Fear,
Slick Rick,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Public Image Ltd.,
MDC,
Moss Icon,
Skriet,
Tom Boy,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Standells,
The Mummies,
Flamin' Groovies,
Trumans Water,
Eric Dolphy,
The Moleskins,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sun Ra,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Youth Brigade,
Davy DMX,
Unrelated Segments,
D'Angelo,
One Last Wish,
Marvin Gaye,
Fela Kuti,
The Leaves,
the Slits,
Carl Craig,
Maleditus Sound,
Darondo,
Warren Ellis,
8 Eyed Spy,
Joey Negro,
Bluetip,
PIL,
The Last Poets,
Camberwell Now,
Thompson Twins,
Alice Coltrane,
These Immortal Souls,
Ice-T,
The New Christs,
The Five Americans,
Motorama,
Scratch Acid,
The Divine Comedy,
Crispy Ambulance,
Dead Boys,
Jacob Miller,
Los Fastidios,
Pagans, Pagans, Pagans, Pagans.
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.