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 Ivory Coast and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 Beijing and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Desert Stars to the crunk 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 Country Joe & The Fish. All the underground hits.
All The Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every One Last Wish 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kevin Saunderson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba 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?
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Reagan Youth,
Rekid,
Black Bananas,
Rosa Yemen,
Depeche Mode,
Joe Finger,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Fugazi,
Sexual Harrassment,
Das Ding,
the Swans,
Gastr Del Sol,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Wolf Eyes,
Lucky Dragons,
Jerry's Kids,
Nirvana,
Althea and Donna,
Vainqueur,
Monks,
Jandek,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Interpol,
CMW,
The Sound,
John Foxx,
Ten City,
Slave,
Darondo,
48th St. Collective,
Matthew Bourne,
Joyce Sims,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Neil Young,
Donny Hathaway,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Nik Kershaw,
Black Sheep,
Accadde A,
Absolute Body Control,
Hot Snakes,
Talk Talk,
Fad Gadget,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Scientists,
Stockholm Monsters,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lower 48,
OOIOO,
Erykah Badu,
Barry Ungar,
Zero Boys,
The Black Dice,
New York Dolls,
Kayak,
Cheater Slicks,
Section 25,
Qualms,
Dual Sessions,
Nas,
Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17.
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.