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 Belarus and from Copenhagen.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 rap 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 Derrick May. All the underground hits.
All The Count Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Susan Cadogan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lebanon Hanover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Halsall,
Oblivians,
The Young Rascals,
K-Klass,
Minutemen,
Thee Headcoats,
E-Dancer,
Minny Pops,
Dawn Penn,
Jacob Miller,
The Beau Brummels,
The Dirtbombs,
Heaven 17,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Eric Copeland,
Camberwell Now,
Brick,
Lee Hazlewood,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Quantec,
Crispian St. Peters,
Los Fastidios,
Stockholm Monsters,
Hoover,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Offenders,
Negative Approach,
DJ Sneak,
Guru Guru,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Fire Engines,
Leonard Cohen,
Fad Gadget,
Rosa Yemen,
Suicide,
Agent Orange,
Intrusion,
World's Most,
Sight & Sound,
B.T. Express,
Adolescents,
Depeche Mode,
Yellowson,
Nick Fraelich,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Smoke,
Avey Tare,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ohio Players,
Easy Going,
Albert Ayler,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Busters,
Scan 7,
Delta 5,
Mandrill,
Dave Gahan,
the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics.
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.