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 Samoa and from Manchester.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 organ 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 The Walker Brothers to the jazz 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 Siglo XX. All the underground hits.
All Crime tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Image Ltd. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sister Nancy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joyce Sims,
Ludus,
Youth Brigade,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Scientists,
Kevin Saunderson,
Don Cherry,
the Bar-Kays,
the Soft Cell,
Cluster,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Swans,
Jeff Lynne,
Sexual Harrassment,
Unwound,
Pierre Henry,
Ultra Naté,
Charles Mingus,
Flipper,
The Fuzztones,
Brand Nubian,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ultravox,
U.S. Maple,
Lucky Dragons,
Amon Düül II,
Freddie Wadling,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Simply Red,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Derrick Morgan,
Q and Not U,
The American Breed,
Icehouse,
Derrick May,
Wasted Youth,
Cameo,
KRS-One,
Bobby Byrd,
The Saints,
the Germs,
Max Romeo,
Marshall Jefferson,
Quadrant,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Colin Newman,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Can,
Marc Almond,
Crooked Eye,
Girls At Our Best!,
Frankie Knuckles,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Stooges,
Desert Stars,
Sällskapet,
New Order,
The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos.
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.