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 Kazakhstan and from Delhi.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lagos.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the güiro 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 Television Personalities to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Shadows of Knight. All the underground hits.
All Tropical Tobacco tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ituana 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nation of Ulysses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scan 7,
Tommy Roe,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Yusef Lateef,
MDC,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Fall,
Basic Channel,
10cc,
The Gun Club,
Robert Hood,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Sonics,
Ultravox,
The Star Department,
Guru Guru,
The Golliwogs,
the Slits,
Simply Red,
ABC,
The Leaves,
New Age Steppers,
Youth Brigade,
Darondo,
Tim Buckley,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Maurizio,
Letta Mbulu,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ralphi Rosario,
Idris Muhammad,
The Selecter,
Brothers Johnson,
the Swans,
H. Thieme,
John Cale,
Deadbeat,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Tomorrow,
Procol Harum,
Bootsy Collins,
Dual Sessions,
Jandek,
Radiopuhelimet,
Dave Gahan,
John Coltrane,
The Doors,
The Moody Blues,
T. Rex,
Mars,
Peter & Gordon,
Roxy Music,
Sight & Sound,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band.
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.