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 Benin and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Subhumans to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Index 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alice Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hasil Adkins,
Soft Machine,
The Litter,
Josef K,
Wire,
Frankie Knuckles,
Surgeon,
Depeche Mode,
Patti Smith,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Selecter,
Section 25,
The Saints,
Dual Sessions,
The American Breed,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Birthday Party,
Excepter,
kango's stein massive,
The Index,
Siglo XX,
Kayak,
Cecil Taylor,
Prince Buster,
The Raincoats,
Mr. Review,
Masters at Work,
Black Sheep,
Interpol,
Adolescents,
The Black Dice,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Walker Brothers,
the Human League,
The Young Rascals,
Mandrill,
Crime,
Country Teasers,
Agent Orange,
Negative Approach,
The Standells,
Urselle,
cv313,
Panda Bear,
Aural Exciters,
Q and Not U,
Shuggie Otis,
Lee Hazlewood,
Archie Shepp,
T.S.O.L.,
The Martian,
Fluxion,
Fugazi,
Easy Going,
The Invisible,
Suburban Knight,
The Toasters,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ultravox,
48th St. Collective,
Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes.
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.