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 Senegal and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Brick to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Oneida. All the underground hits.
All New Age Steppers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cramps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mummies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aswad,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Interpol,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Fall,
Wire,
Radiopuhelimet,
Infiniti,
the Slits,
Ituana,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Con Funk Shun,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Amon Düül II,
Vainqueur,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ponytail,
Black Sheep,
Pagans,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Remains,
The J.B.'s,
Pussy Galore,
Boogie Down Productions,
Marvin Gaye,
The Smoke,
Derrick May,
Eric Dolphy,
The Birthday Party,
Scrapy,
Rufus Thomas,
The Gun Club,
Mo-Dettes,
Johnny Clarke,
Joey Negro,
Faraquet,
Porter Ricks,
Marshall Jefferson,
John Lydon,
Terrestrial Tones,
Marcia Griffiths,
Blancmange,
Man Parrish,
Depeche Mode,
Lee Hazlewood,
Radio Birdman,
The Count Five,
The Mummies,
Fad Gadget,
Blake Baxter,
Neil Young,
Jimmy McGriff,
Babytalk,
Tom Boy,
The Detroit Cobras,
Moby Grape,
Metal Thangz,
Lou Christie,
Los Fastidios,
JFA,
Sun City Girls,
Joensuu 1685,
Drexciya,
Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler.
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.