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 Nauru and from Salvador.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Surgeon to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud. All the underground hits.
All Loose Ends tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ash Ra Tempel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Divine Comedy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Wells,
the Association,
Chris Corsano,
Smog,
Funky Four + One,
The Gladiators,
Hoover,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Angry Samoans,
Hardrive,
Radiohead,
Carl Craig,
June of 44,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Smiths,
the Swans,
Joe Finger,
Sun Ra,
Reagan Youth,
Dave Gahan,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Mad Mike,
L. Decosne,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ludus,
The Durutti Column,
Sonny Sharrock,
Derrick May,
The Count Five,
The Happenings,
Clear Light,
Faraquet,
JFA,
Los Fastidios,
Black Pus,
Max Romeo,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Index,
Circle Jerks,
Minnie Riperton,
Nation of Ulysses,
Alphaville,
Moby Grape,
The Fall,
Pagans,
Bobby Byrd,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Cameo,
Josef K,
Amazonics,
Q and Not U,
Shuggie Otis,
Wings,
Roxy Music,
Letta Mbulu,
CMW,
Minny Pops,
Fad Gadget,
The Invisible,
Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy.
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.