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 Malta and from Taipei.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Mumbai.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the sitar 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 Masters at Work to the techno 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 The Young Rascals. All the underground hits.
All The Happenings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sarah Menescal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gun Club,
Gang Gang Dance,
the Slits,
The Gap Band,
The Walker Brothers,
The Neon Judgement,
The Litter,
The Motions,
David McCallum,
Bobby Womack,
Hoover,
Tim Buckley,
LL Cool J,
The Slackers,
Lyres,
The Gories,
Barrington Levy,
Lalann,
Piero Umiliani,
Deepchord,
Fluxion,
The Raincoats,
the Sonics,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Deadbeat,
Ossler,
Laurel Aitken,
Mad Mike,
Heaven 17,
Technova,
China Crisis,
Jandek,
The Fuzztones,
Bronski Beat,
Banda Bassotti,
Lindisfarne,
The Toasters,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lou Christie,
Gang Green,
The Count Five,
Skarface,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Index,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Drexciya,
Tears for Fears,
Tres Demented,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bob Dylan,
Faraquet,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
ABC,
Yaz,
The Angels of Light,
John Cale,
Charles Mingus,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Grauzone,
Pet Shop Boys,
Brand Nubian,
Motorama, Motorama, Motorama, Motorama.
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.