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 Liberia and from Hong Kong.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Grandmaster Flash to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Colin Newman. All the underground hits.
All The Cramps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cameo 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minny Pops record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tommy Roe,
Public Enemy,
Nirvana,
The Trojans,
Hoover,
Al Stewart,
Banda Bassotti,
The Seeds,
Motorama,
E-Dancer,
Chris & Cosey,
the Sonics,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Stereo Dub,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Black Bananas,
The Real Kids,
Outsiders,
Marine Girls,
Easy Going,
Siglo XX,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Crash Course in Science,
Kurtis Blow,
Aloha Tigers,
Lungfish,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Flipper,
Los Fastidios,
The Sonics,
The Doors,
The Wake,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Yaz,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Grauzone,
Minnie Riperton,
Tubeway Army,
The Monochrome Set,
The Remains,
X-Ray Spex,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Joyce Sims,
Lakeside,
Unwound,
The Golliwogs,
Judy Mowatt,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Deakin,
Zero Boys,
Ultra Naté,
Susan Cadogan,
Glambeats Corp.,
Wire,
The Moody Blues,
Patti Smith,
Andrew Hill,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Japan,
Joensuu 1685,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra.
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.