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 Azerbaijan and from Bologna.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 güiro 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 Tres Demented to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Ossler. All the underground hits.
All Scan 7 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siouxsie and the Banshees record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Clear Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Dead Boys,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Erasure,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Swell Maps,
Robert Hood,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Panda Bear,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Fugs,
Popol Vuh,
Los Fastidios,
Pharoah Sanders,
Boogie Down Productions,
Unwound,
Lakeside,
Heaven 17,
FM Einheit,
Scan 7,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Peter & Gordon,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Country Teasers,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Jeff Mills,
Roger Hodgson,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Last Poets,
David Bowie,
Rufus Thomas,
Cecil Taylor,
Deadbeat,
Q65,
Lindisfarne,
Donny Hathaway,
The Cramps,
Blossom Toes,
Altered Images,
Steve Hackett,
Ken Boothe,
Television,
The Remains,
The Buckinghams,
The Misunderstood,
Jawbox,
World's Most,
Throbbing Gristle,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Dave Clark Five,
Black Pus,
Von Mondo,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Radio Birdman,
Donald Byrd,
Letta Mbulu,
Faraquet,
Rod Modell,
June Days,
Babytalk,
Skriet,
Lyres,
Susan Cadogan,
Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four.
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.