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 St Lucia and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Taipei.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids to the dance 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 The Monks. All the underground hits.
All Marc Almond tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacques Brel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a AZ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fatback Band,
Bobby Byrd,
The Misunderstood,
Deakin,
Barbara Tucker,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Iggy Pop,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Pagans,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Prince Buster,
Jeff Mills,
The Skatalites,
Kenny Larkin,
Nick Fraelich,
Livin' Joy,
The Dirtbombs,
The Invisible,
Parry Music,
Accadde A,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Gun Club,
Q65,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lakeside,
E-Dancer,
The Victims,
Camberwell Now,
Sound Behaviour,
Tres Demented,
Sarah Menescal,
Junior Murvin,
Television Personalities,
The Searchers,
Royal Trux,
Y Pants,
The Kinks,
Radiopuhelimet,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Pretty Things,
Erykah Badu,
Joy Division,
Drive Like Jehu,
Judy Mowatt,
Young Marble Giants,
Nas,
Gang Green,
Black Flag,
Pantytec,
Bob Dylan,
Ludus,
Wally Richardson,
Saccharine Trust,
Al Stewart,
Audionom,
Symarip,
the Human League,
Leonard Cohen,
The Black Dice,
Cal Tjader,
The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C.
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.