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 Brunei and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 guitar 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 Jawbox to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 James White and The Blacks. All the underground hits.
All Alphaville tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Chocolate Watch Band 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Knickerbockers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacob Miller,
Ten City,
Yazoo,
Severed Heads,
Hoover,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Arthur Verocai,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Dead Boys,
JFA,
Lalo Schifrin,
Niagra,
Bronski Beat,
Deakin,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bobby Sherman,
The Gap Band,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Michelle Simonal,
Matthew Halsall,
Charles Mingus,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Visage,
Lucky Dragons,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Joe Finger,
Graham Central Station,
T.S.O.L.,
The Trojans,
The Busters,
Colin Newman,
Animal Collective,
Suburban Knight,
Crime,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Move,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Thee Headcoats,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gichy Dan,
Zero Boys,
June of 44,
Tres Demented,
The Raincoats,
Franke,
Jerry's Kids,
Mr. Review,
Excepter,
Boredoms,
Frankie Knuckles,
Crooked Eye,
Tim Buckley,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ossler,
10cc,
Dennis Brown,
The Monks,
Susan Cadogan,
Mantronix,
Ken Boothe,
Brand Nubian,
The Victims, The Victims, The Victims, The Victims.
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.