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 Panama and from Glasgow.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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-Ray Spex to the crunk 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 Unrelated Segments. All the underground hits.
All Stereo Dub tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Grass Roots 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-102 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
OOIOO,
Spoonie Gee,
The Slackers,
The J.B.'s,
Livin' Joy,
Jeff Mills,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Drive Like Jehu,
Mo-Dettes,
The Black Dice,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lower 48,
Joey Negro,
Can,
The Cramps,
Soft Machine,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Rotary Connection,
World's Most,
The Wake,
Zapp,
The Knickerbockers,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gil Scott Heron,
Piero Umiliani,
Niagra,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Amon Düül,
The Index,
Tres Demented,
DJ Style,
Shuggie Otis,
Roger Hodgson,
Althea and Donna,
Saccharine Trust,
The Count Five,
Nik Kershaw,
B.T. Express,
The Gories,
Bauhaus,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Nick Fraelich,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
L. Decosne,
Kerrie Biddell,
the Fania All-Stars,
Wire,
The Birthday Party,
Black Pus,
Mad Mike,
Bluetip,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sugar Minott,
Howard Jones,
Scan 7,
Malaria!,
Chris Corsano,
The Star Department,
The Red Krayola,
Procol Harum,
Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin.
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.