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 Oman and from Tehran.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 spring reverb 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 Offenders to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Dead Boys. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Osbourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Hood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Metal Thangz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
D'Angelo,
Steve Hackett,
The Knickerbockers,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Trojans,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Panda Bear,
Swans,
Glenn Branca,
Tomorrow,
John Holt,
Simply Red,
Index,
Scrapy,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Public Enemy,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Al Stewart,
Crooked Eye,
FM Einheit,
The Cure,
Bang On A Can,
The Flesh Eaters,
Alison Limerick,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Searchers,
Susan Cadogan,
Alton Ellis,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
X-101,
Johnny Osbourne,
Nirvana,
Schoolly D,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Nick Fraelich,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Urselle,
Ten City,
Chrome,
Hashim,
Roy Ayers,
Black Bananas,
Stereo Dub,
The Beau Brummels,
Charles Mingus,
Massinfluence,
The Move,
Funky Four + One,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Walker Brothers,
Das Ding,
Depeche Mode,
Joensuu 1685,
Bobby Sherman,
Derrick Morgan,
Organ,
Mad Mike,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bob Dylan,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Au Pairs,
Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai.
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.