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 Sudan and from Lille.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 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 Barracudas to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Frankie Knuckles. All the underground hits.
All The Victims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Youth Brigade 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a World's Most record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gichy Dan,
Lucky Dragons,
The Dead C,
Jeru the Damaja,
Deepchord,
The Sonics,
The Divine Comedy,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Remains,
Vainqueur,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Black Flag,
Unwound,
China Crisis,
Nick Fraelich,
The Fuzztones,
Gastr Del Sol,
LL Cool J,
The Victims,
Average White Band,
Lalann,
Young Marble Giants,
Warren Ellis,
Arcadia,
The Busters,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ten City,
Grey Daturas,
Hardrive,
Half Japanese,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Terry Callier,
DJ Sneak,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Tremeloes,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Tim Buckley,
Eurythmics,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Derrick Morgan,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Cure,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Scion,
Spoonie Gee,
Pantaleimon,
X-102,
Altered Images,
Todd Rundgren,
The Slits,
Mark Hollis,
Crispy Ambulance,
Popol Vuh,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
the Slits,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Neon Judgement,
The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals.
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.