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 Tuvalu and from Paris.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the marimba 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 Radiopuhelimet to the grime 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band. All the underground hits.
All Mark Hollis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sight & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Vogues,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Drexciya,
Nirvana,
Can,
Lou Christie,
Pole,
Sarah Menescal,
Depeche Mode,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Delon & Dalcan,
Jawbox,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Soulsonic Force,
Whodini,
Magazine,
Y Pants,
Liliput,
Man Eating Sloth,
Rapeman,
Pantaleimon,
Dual Sessions,
Crispy Ambulance,
OOIOO,
Soft Machine,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Todd Rundgren,
Pere Ubu,
Wire,
John Holt,
Mars,
Erykah Badu,
John Foxx,
Electric Prunes,
Harmonia,
Hardrive,
Leonard Cohen,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The American Breed,
The Leaves,
The Wake,
The Evens,
Public Image Ltd.,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Pussy Galore,
Sugar Minott,
Lucky Dragons,
Circle Jerks,
Clear Light,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Avey Tare,
Grauzone,
Banda Bassotti,
Rufus Thomas,
Delta 5,
Soul II Soul,
The Blues Magoos,
The Zeros,
Mantronix,
the Germs,
Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim.
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.