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 Seychelles 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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Johannesburg.
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 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 Surgeon to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Section 25 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Niagra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lower 48 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
La Düsseldorf,
Sun City Girls,
Pet Shop Boys,
Silicon Teens,
X-101,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lebanon Hanover,
Crispy Ambulance,
Dual Sessions,
Junior Murvin,
Pere Ubu,
Kayak,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ten City,
Mary Jane Girls,
Nirvana,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Tremeloes,
John Cale,
The Angels of Light,
Maleditus Sound,
Cymande,
Pole,
Robert Hood,
Negative Approach,
Terry Callier,
Adolescents,
Deakin,
Roy Ayers,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Derrick May,
The Modern Lovers,
Shoche,
Oblivians,
DJ Style,
Ohio Players,
Groovy Waters,
Suburban Knight,
Ponytail,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Standells,
Tommy Roe,
H. Thieme,
Marc Almond,
Patti Smith,
The Human League,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Agitation Free,
Al Stewart,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Intrusion,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Doors,
The Moody Blues,
The Selecter,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Buckinghams,
Main Source, Main Source, Main Source, Main Source.
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.