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 South Africa and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 Spokane and Glasgow.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the mellotron 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 X-101 to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All The Slackers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Vogues 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Flesh Eaters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alison Limerick,
Eric B and Rakim,
H. Thieme,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Toasters,
Aloha Tigers,
Porter Ricks,
The Pretty Things,
Buzzcocks,
Trumans Water,
The United States of America,
The Cowsills,
The Doobie Brothers,
Camberwell Now,
La Düsseldorf,
Lightning Bolt,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Monolake,
The Young Rascals,
Anthony Braxton,
The Last Poets,
The Trojans,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Crime,
Bob Dylan,
In Retrospect,
Blake Baxter,
The Human League,
Ken Boothe,
Dennis Brown,
Boz Scaggs,
Inner City,
CMW,
Lucky Dragons,
Black Moon,
Sex Pistols,
Sarah Menescal,
New Order,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Fad Gadget,
The Victims,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Divine Comedy,
Symarip,
Bauhaus,
Easy Going,
Interpol,
Ronan,
Josef K,
A Certain Ratio,
Hardrive,
Niagra,
Audionom,
UT,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Technova,
June of 44,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic.
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.