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 the UAE and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 rhodes 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 China Crisis to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Tears for Fears. All the underground hits.
All Zero Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Light Orchestra 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gun Club record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scion,
Aswad,
These Immortal Souls,
Panda Bear,
Infiniti,
the Slits,
Throbbing Gristle,
Alton Ellis,
Carl Craig,
Popol Vuh,
Accadde A,
The Leaves,
F. McDonald,
The Slits,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Scrapy,
Derrick Morgan,
Khruangbin,
Technova,
The Blackbyrds,
Bob Dylan,
Tom Boy,
The Offenders,
Harmonia,
Public Enemy,
Lightning Bolt,
Sonic Youth,
Ponytail,
Juan Atkins,
Vainqueur,
Brothers Johnson,
Magma,
Gregory Isaacs,
Easy Going,
Tubeway Army,
CMW,
Outsiders,
DNA,
Motorama,
Bill Near,
H. Thieme,
The Blues Magoos,
Lower 48,
Camouflage,
Eve St. Jones,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Wally Richardson,
Joyce Sims,
The Selecter,
Lebanon Hanover,
Hashim,
New Age Steppers,
Little Man,
Howard Jones,
Chris Corsano,
Dennis Brown,
Fela Kuti,
The Stooges,
Johnny Osbourne,
Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth.
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.