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 Tajikistan and from Cairo.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Peanut Butter Conspiracy to the techno 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 Bush Tetras. All the underground hits.
All Harry Pussy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rahsaan Roland Kirk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anthony Braxton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sugar Minott,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Tropical Tobacco,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Das Ding,
Infiniti,
The Misunderstood,
Josef K,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Angry Samoans,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Graham Central Station,
The Sonics,
Mars,
The Human League,
The Zeros,
AZ,
Excepter,
Siglo XX,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Amon Düül,
Quadrant,
Japan,
Chris & Cosey,
The Seeds,
The Techniques,
Porter Ricks,
OOIOO,
Donny Hathaway,
Wasted Youth,
Half Japanese,
Little Man,
The Smiths,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Nirvana,
The Motions,
Pantaleimon,
Albert Ayler,
Gerry Rafferty,
Amazonics,
Jesper Dahlback,
Althea and Donna,
Ultra Naté,
Ponytail,
JFA,
Monolake,
Chrome,
Warsaw,
The Gun Club,
Smog,
Clear Light,
The Toasters,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Average White Band,
Kerri Chandler,
Desert Stars,
Vladislav Delay,
The Associates,
Slick Rick,
Crispy Ambulance,
Black Pus,
Maleditus Sound,
The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice.
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.