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 Ecuador and from Copenhagen.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the oboe 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 Toni Rubio to the electroclash 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 Monolake. All the underground hits.
All CMW tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kas Product record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fad Gadget record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobbi Humphrey,
Juan Atkins,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Cymande,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gerry Rafferty,
Spandau Ballet,
Ronnie Foster,
Circle Jerks,
The Martian,
Nas,
48th St. Collective,
Blossom Toes,
Radiopuhelimet,
Talk Talk,
Zero Boys,
Matthew Bourne,
The Litter,
Warsaw,
The Residents,
Massinfluence,
Tears for Fears,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Minutemen,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lungfish,
Urselle,
Drexciya,
Country Teasers,
Tom Boy,
The Birthday Party,
LL Cool J,
Babytalk,
Gregory Isaacs,
London Community Gospel Choir,
E-Dancer,
The Golliwogs,
The Count Five,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Pop Group,
Avey Tare,
The Happenings,
The Toasters,
Maleditus Sound,
Subhumans,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Tremeloes,
Erykah Badu,
Connie Case,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
David Axelrod,
Duran Duran,
June Days,
H. Thieme,
Spoonie Gee,
Fugazi,
Freddie Wadling,
Goldenarms,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Cowsills,
Public Enemy,
Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction.
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.