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 Lebanon and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Woodstock.
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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 cv313 to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Tim Buckley. All the underground hits.
All Animal Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ralphi Rosario record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pole record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxy Music,
Radiohead,
Darondo,
Frankie Knuckles,
Derrick Morgan,
Mandrill,
Mary Jane Girls,
Dual Sessions,
Bootsy Collins,
Outsiders,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Toasters,
Bob Dylan,
Cheater Slicks,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Divine Comedy,
The Saints,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Quadrant,
DJ Style,
Thompson Twins,
T. Rex,
Tres Demented,
Cal Tjader,
Minor Threat,
Prince Buster,
Matthew Halsall,
Connie Case,
the Germs,
Junior Murvin,
Kool Moe Dee,
48th St. Collective,
Oblivians,
Lightning Bolt,
Leonard Cohen,
John Foxx,
The Cowsills,
Crooked Eye,
Infiniti,
The J.B.'s,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Grauzone,
Aural Exciters,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sound Behaviour,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Albert Ayler,
Goldenarms,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Quantec,
The Mojo Men,
The Fugs,
Deadbeat,
Gang of Four,
8 Eyed Spy,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sandy B,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Modern Lovers,
Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana.
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.