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 Bangladesh and from Columbus.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Lower 48 to the disco 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 John Foxx. All the underground hits.
All Cheater Slicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Average White Band 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Suicide,
The Fire Engines,
Panda Bear,
U.S. Maple,
Essential Logic,
Arab on Radar,
Au Pairs,
Mission of Burma,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Black Flag,
Cheater Slicks,
Funky Four + One,
Quando Quango,
Black Sheep,
Aaron Thompson,
Rapeman,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Grey Daturas,
The Trojans,
The Star Department,
Soulsonic Force,
Fugazi,
World's Most,
Marc Almond,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Surgeon,
Youth Brigade,
Rites of Spring,
Maleditus Sound,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Tremeloes,
Accadde A,
Dead Boys,
Unwound,
Electric Prunes,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Malaria!,
Frankie Knuckles,
Marmalade,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Animal Collective,
Swell Maps,
Desert Stars,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Barbara Tucker,
Deakin,
Donny Hathaway,
The Zeros,
UT,
The Dirtbombs,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Mandrill,
Los Fastidios,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gang Starr,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms.
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.