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 Kiribati and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 Toronto and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Selecter to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Quadrant. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy Collins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Normal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Main Source record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Associates,
New Age Steppers,
Scratch Acid,
Hoover,
Gang Starr,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Fat Boys,
Davy DMX,
The Evens,
John Foxx,
Crash Course in Science,
Gichy Dan,
Au Pairs,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Excepter,
The Kinks,
Nick Fraelich,
In Retrospect,
LL Cool J,
The Busters,
Rakim,
Pet Shop Boys,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
D'Angelo,
Dark Day,
Radiopuhelimet,
Cheater Slicks,
Television Personalities,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lucky Dragons,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Eve St. Jones,
Schoolly D,
Animal Collective,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Zero Boys,
Suicide,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Monochrome Set,
Junior Murvin,
Archie Shepp,
Malaria!,
Bobby Byrd,
The Gladiators,
Tres Demented,
Angry Samoans,
The Sonics,
Ronan,
Ronnie Foster,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Khruangbin,
The Happenings,
Carl Craig,
Byron Stingily,
the Swans,
Kaleidoscope,
Electric Prunes,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Smiths,
Rotary Connection,
Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus.
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.