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 Greece and from Bremen.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 sitar 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 Circle Jerks to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon. All the underground hits.
All Tom Boy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agent Orange 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacob Miller record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spoonie Gee,
cv313,
Bootsy Collins,
Subhumans,
Absolute Body Control,
Tom Boy,
Roxette,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Wake,
The Fugs,
Robert Hood,
The Zeros,
Q and Not U,
Crash Course in Science,
Dark Day,
KRS-One,
Sound Behaviour,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Minutemen,
T.S.O.L.,
The Real Kids,
Be Bop Deluxe,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Juan Atkins,
Matthew Bourne,
Gichy Dan,
X-102,
Harry Pussy,
Tim Buckley,
This Heat,
Sarah Menescal,
The Kinks,
Black Flag,
8 Eyed Spy,
June Days,
Severed Heads,
Sight & Sound,
Dennis Brown,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Smoke,
Hardrive,
The Victims,
Stereo Dub,
Mars,
Technova,
The Skatalites,
Magazine,
Nico,
The Move,
The Index,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Steve Hackett,
Cluster,
Robert Wyatt,
Gregory Isaacs,
Boogie Down Productions,
Marcia Griffiths,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Los Fastidios,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme.
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.