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 Botswana and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Saints to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Pretty Things. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doobie Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Surgeon,
MDC,
Smog,
Duran Duran,
PIL,
Gerry Rafferty,
Von Mondo,
Barclay James Harvest,
Pylon,
Eddi Front,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Desert Stars,
Oblivians,
Derrick Morgan,
Stetsasonic,
Swans,
Blancmange,
The Red Krayola,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Barbara Tucker,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Icehouse,
Lungfish,
Nils Olav,
Jesper Dahlback,
Joensuu 1685,
The Litter,
Groovy Waters,
Yazoo,
June of 44,
Al Stewart,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Black Moon,
Bush Tetras,
Connie Case,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
KRS-One,
Dorothy Ashby,
Agent Orange,
Rotary Connection,
Gang of Four,
Bill Near,
Soft Machine,
The Gladiators,
Fugazi,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Cameo,
Black Flag,
Roxy Music,
The Leaves,
Tom Boy,
The Misunderstood,
Flamin' Groovies,
Quadrant,
New Order,
The Fire Engines,
Make Up,
Robert Hood,
Max Romeo,
Gang Green,
Circle Jerks,
Franke,
Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring.
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.