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 Taiwan and from Bologna.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Porter Ricks to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Mojo Men. All the underground hits.
All Scion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eve St. Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deadbeat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oneida,
Freddie Wadling,
Maleditus Sound,
Franke,
Lucky Dragons,
Oblivians,
Trumans Water,
Eddi Front,
Michelle Simonal,
Magazine,
R.M.O.,
Quando Quango,
The Fuzztones,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Cowsills,
Ohio Players,
The Cramps,
The Fall,
The Alarm Clocks,
Glambeats Corp.,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Brand Nubian,
Wally Richardson,
Black Moon,
Gang Starr,
Yusef Lateef,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Icehouse,
Black Pus,
Yellowson,
The Fire Engines,
Fear,
Matthew Halsall,
Bronski Beat,
The Standells,
Goldenarms,
Eurythmics,
Crime,
X-102,
The Blackbyrds,
Hasil Adkins,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
David Axelrod,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Aloha Tigers,
Howard Jones,
The Tremeloes,
These Immortal Souls,
New Age Steppers,
Zero Boys,
Ituana,
Funky Four + One,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ronnie Foster,
Anthony Braxton,
Easy Going,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Animal Collective,
Fatback Band,
Nils Olav,
The Five Americans,
Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band.
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.