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 Iraq and from Johannesburg.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Patti Smith to the disco 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 Saccharine Trust. All the underground hits.
All Justin Hinds & The Dominoes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bush Tetras,
Sister Nancy,
R.M.O.,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lower 48,
Neil Young,
This Heat,
Godley & Creme,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Aloha Tigers,
Deadbeat,
DJ Sneak,
Bill Wells,
Whodini,
Eric Copeland,
Rotary Connection,
Jacob Miller,
Talk Talk,
the Slits,
Andrew Hill,
Lou Christie,
The Golliwogs,
Fad Gadget,
Clear Light,
Cheater Slicks,
Saccharine Trust,
Barrington Levy,
Goldenarms,
The Dead C,
June of 44,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Gories,
Boogie Down Productions,
X-102,
Anthony Braxton,
Deakin,
Gong,
Leonard Cohen,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Mr. Review,
Tim Buckley,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Blossom Toes,
cv313,
The Residents,
Joensuu 1685,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lightning Bolt,
Ossler,
Derrick Morgan,
The Gap Band,
Arab on Radar,
the Bar-Kays,
Fugazi,
Nirvana,
Reuben Wilson,
Metal Thangz,
Sound Behaviour,
Cymande,
Blancmange,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan.
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.