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 Croatia and from Houston.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the organ 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 Dark Day to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 the Normal. All the underground hits.
All Subhumans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sam Rivers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Iggy Pop,
Interpol,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Khruangbin,
Stetsasonic,
Simply Red,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Modern Lovers,
Accadde A,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bad Manners,
Tubeway Army,
Grandmaster Flash,
Swans,
These Immortal Souls,
David Bowie,
Marmalade,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Count Five,
Rufus Thomas,
Brass Construction,
Scan 7,
Yazoo,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sugar Minott,
UT,
The Gladiators,
Aaron Thompson,
Sun City Girls,
Ponytail,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Arthur Verocai,
Alice Coltrane,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Stockholm Monsters,
Barrington Levy,
Buzzcocks,
Dark Day,
Soft Cell,
Eric Dolphy,
Aswad,
Barbara Tucker,
Stereo Dub,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Make Up,
Blake Baxter,
Soul Sonic Force,
Pantaleimon,
AZ,
KRS-One,
One Last Wish,
Albert Ayler,
Mars,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Harry Pussy,
Matthew Bourne,
Black Flag,
Eden Ahbez,
Heaven 17,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Agitation Free,
Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins.
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.