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 Somalia and from Edmonton.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the snare 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 Leaves to the grunge 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 Country Joe & The Fish. All the underground hits.
All The Moody Blues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ornette Coleman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Todd Terry,
Gerry Rafferty,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Fad Gadget,
The Flesh Eaters,
Von Mondo,
Fugazi,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Smoke,
Chrome,
the Human League,
John Coltrane,
Mark Hollis,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The J.B.'s,
Section 25,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Toni Rubio,
Juan Atkins,
Aloha Tigers,
10cc,
Glenn Branca,
The Standells,
Absolute Body Control,
MDC,
Joensuu 1685,
Jimmy McGriff,
Pole,
Gang Gang Dance,
Audionom,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Scientists,
Graham Central Station,
La Düsseldorf,
Johnny Clarke,
The Electric Prunes,
The Real Kids,
The Gun Club,
Joey Negro,
Morten Harket,
Loose Ends,
The Dead C,
Dorothy Ashby,
Archie Shepp,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Barracudas,
Lakeside,
Pet Shop Boys,
Yazoo,
Nas,
Ohio Players,
Suburban Knight,
Camouflage,
Dual Sessions,
UT,
Nils Olav,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sarah Menescal,
Porter Ricks,
Eddi Front,
A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio.
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.