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 Eritrea and from Hong Kong.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Matthew Bourne to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Jeff Mills. All the underground hits.
All Lee Hazlewood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Juan Atkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sugar Minott 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?
The Fuzztones,
The Sound,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
UT,
Crash Course in Science,
Laurel Aitken,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Walker Brothers,
Das Ding,
Curtis Mayfield,
John Cale,
The Fugs,
Malaria!,
Ten City,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Crispian St. Peters,
Henry Cow,
The Stooges,
Television,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lebanon Hanover,
Swans,
Marshall Jefferson,
Cameo,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ice-T,
Metal Thangz,
Mantronix,
Iggy Pop,
Unrelated Segments,
Nick Fraelich,
Con Funk Shun,
Lee Hazlewood,
Derrick May,
Khruangbin,
The Monks,
Girls At Our Best!,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Zero Boys,
The Tremeloes,
Alton Ellis,
The Pretty Things,
Urselle,
Yaz,
Bronski Beat,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Dirtbombs,
Bang On A Can,
Camouflage,
Fluxion,
Tommy Roe,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Saccharine Trust,
Chrome,
Scientists,
Icehouse,
A Certain Ratio,
The Electric Prunes,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy.
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.