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 Bulgaria and from Shanghai.
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 Hong Kong and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Five Americans. All the underground hits.
All The Invisible tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kenny Larkin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Gories,
JFA,
Jawbox,
The Stooges,
Sugar Minott,
Nick Fraelich,
Pulsallama,
Crime,
Laurel Aitken,
Soulsonic Force,
Parry Music,
Danielle Patucci,
Tommy Roe,
Agent Orange,
Lower 48,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Martian,
Junior Murvin,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Beau Brummels,
Wire,
Marc Almond,
Steve Hackett,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Mandrill,
Jeru the Damaja,
Fear,
Gil Scott Heron,
Scion,
The Wake,
Lou Christie,
Buzzcocks,
Sällskapet,
Minor Threat,
Eli Mardock,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Standells,
Dual Sessions,
Minny Pops,
Boz Scaggs,
A Flock of Seagulls,
PIL,
Neu!,
Brass Construction,
Toni Rubio,
Swell Maps,
Banda Bassotti,
Mo-Dettes,
Henry Cow,
Newcleus,
Youth Brigade,
Graham Central Station,
Harry Pussy,
Drive Like Jehu,
Model 500,
Brick,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Cramps,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Barclay James Harvest,
Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo.
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.