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 Montenegro and from Manila.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 clarinet 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 Ken Boothe to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Johnny Osbourne. All the underground hits.
All Tommy Roe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Birthday Party record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-102 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Intrusion,
8 Eyed Spy,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
John Cale,
Joe Finger,
Scan 7,
Gang Gang Dance,
Frankie Knuckles,
the Sonics,
Q65,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Deakin,
The Cramps,
Matthew Halsall,
The Gun Club,
Bush Tetras,
Trumans Water,
Lalann,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lakeside,
the Slits,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Boz Scaggs,
Underground Resistance,
Cybotron,
K-Klass,
CMW,
MDC,
Bob Dylan,
ABBA,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sparks,
Man Parrish,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Soul II Soul,
X-Ray Spex,
John Coltrane,
Peter and Kerry,
Mr. Review,
June Days,
Erykah Badu,
Kaleidoscope,
The Fugs,
Easy Going,
The Star Department,
Fad Gadget,
Althea and Donna,
The Slits,
Carl Craig,
Eric Copeland,
Gichy Dan,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Wally Richardson,
Joey Negro,
Television Personalities,
Albert Ayler,
Flipper,
Pylon,
World's Most,
Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks.
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.