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 Mali and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Howard Jones to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Amazonics. All the underground hits.
All Alice Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rahsaan Roland Kirk 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a cv313 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Michelle Simonal,
Underground Resistance,
Sixth Finger,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Boredoms,
The Tremeloes,
Massinfluence,
Clear Light,
Can,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Barbara Tucker,
The Modern Lovers,
Stetsasonic,
The Selecter,
Avey Tare,
Cal Tjader,
X-Ray Spex,
Junior Murvin,
The Seeds,
the Human League,
Tommy Roe,
Sällskapet,
Bad Manners,
OOIOO,
Toni Rubio,
the Sonics,
The Mummies,
Ornette Coleman,
Gabor Szabo,
Shoche,
Los Fastidios,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Gap Band,
The Grass Roots,
The Star Department,
The Kinks,
Marmalade,
Jandek,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Japan,
Deakin,
The Smiths,
The Golliwogs,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lalo Schifrin,
Mission of Burma,
X-101,
The Detroit Cobras,
Amon Düül,
Tom Boy,
Little Man,
Suicide,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Eric Copeland,
Jacob Miller,
Sex Pistols,
Quando Quango,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Duran Duran,
Gregory Isaacs,
Talk Talk,
Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin.
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.