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 Jamaica and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Livin' Joy. All the underground hits.
All Black Sheep tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lee Hazlewood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiopuhelimet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hasil Adkins,
Sun City Girls,
Essential Logic,
Agitation Free,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Star Department,
Soft Cell,
Joe Smooth,
Jeff Mills,
Audionom,
Todd Terry,
Sonic Youth,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gregory Isaacs,
Moss Icon,
Severed Heads,
Skarface,
The Dirtbombs,
Roy Ayers,
Zero Boys,
The Count Five,
Underground Resistance,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Tim Buckley,
Skaos,
Eli Mardock,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Fugs,
Animal Collective,
Grey Daturas,
Dead Boys,
Scratch Acid,
Scion,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Matthew Bourne,
Man Parrish,
Marvin Gaye,
AZ,
Barrington Levy,
Roxy Music,
Moebius,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Chrome,
Agent Orange,
Davy DMX,
Public Image Ltd.,
Warsaw,
cv313,
B.T. Express,
Model 500,
Ponytail,
Gong,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Brothers Johnson,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Slackers,
Japan,
Pulsallama,
Simply Red,
Lindisfarne,
Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy.
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.