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 Guinea and from Copenhagen.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Moleskins to the funk 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 Interpol. All the underground hits.
All Moby Grape tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool Moe Dee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Newcleus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Osbourne,
Deepchord,
The United States of America,
Depeche Mode,
Alice Coltrane,
LL Cool J,
Magma,
Althea and Donna,
Rakim,
Drexciya,
Groovy Waters,
Sarah Menescal,
La Düsseldorf,
T.S.O.L.,
Mission of Burma,
Marine Girls,
Arthur Verocai,
Tropical Tobacco,
David Bowie,
Jacques Brel,
Junior Murvin,
Joy Division,
Stereo Dub,
June Days,
The Misunderstood,
Suicide,
Mary Jane Girls,
Excepter,
Rekid,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Fire Engines,
Banda Bassotti,
Circle Jerks,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Wolf Eyes,
The Cramps,
Crash Course in Science,
D'Angelo,
Lyres,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lou Christie,
The Cowsills,
Electric Prunes,
Ultimate Spinach,
Yellowson,
Warren Ellis,
The Monks,
E-Dancer,
Rufus Thomas,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Brothers Johnson,
Chrome,
Ohio Players,
the Slits,
Darondo,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Parry Music,
Tres Demented,
Tommy Roe,
Angry Samoans,
The Skatalites,
Chris Corsano,
Eve St. Jones,
Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders.
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.