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 Algeria and from Hong Kong.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Sly & The Family Stone to the grunge 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 Reagan Youth. All the underground hits.
All Fugazi tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The United States of America record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Beau Brummels record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ash Ra Tempel,
Trumans Water,
Wolf Eyes,
Harry Pussy,
Half Japanese,
Zero Boys,
The Happenings,
Tim Buckley,
World's Most,
Young Marble Giants,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Groovy Waters,
Metal Thangz,
Motorama,
Unwound,
U.S. Maple,
Spandau Ballet,
Black Sheep,
E-Dancer,
Simply Red,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ultra Naté,
Brass Construction,
The Names,
Michelle Simonal,
Aloha Tigers,
Babytalk,
Kayak,
Mad Mike,
Rosa Yemen,
Colin Newman,
the Bar-Kays,
The American Breed,
Ken Boothe,
Visage,
The Count Five,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Vainqueur,
Derrick Morgan,
Crime,
Eden Ahbez,
Carl Craig,
The Offenders,
the Fania All-Stars,
Anakelly,
Soft Machine,
Silicon Teens,
Whodini,
Warsaw,
the Slits,
Pole,
Bush Tetras,
Panda Bear,
Los Fastidios,
Q and Not U,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Chris & Cosey,
Patti Smith,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Archie Shepp,
The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter.
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.