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 Kuwait and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Taipei.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Jandek to the rap 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 Moby Grape. All the underground hits.
All Joe Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter and Kerry 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a LL Cool J record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scratch Acid,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Amazonics,
Rotary Connection,
R.M.O.,
The Cure,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lebanon Hanover,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Happenings,
Kurtis Blow,
Trumans Water,
The Searchers,
PIL,
Rod Modell,
Cheater Slicks,
Bobby Byrd,
ABC,
The Five Americans,
The Toasters,
Idris Muhammad,
Tears for Fears,
T.S.O.L.,
Rites of Spring,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Gories,
Au Pairs,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
New York Dolls,
The Electric Prunes,
Royal Trux,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Crooked Eye,
Youth Brigade,
Soul Sonic Force,
Blancmange,
Monolake,
The Mojo Men,
Ultravox,
Jandek,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
This Heat,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Chrome,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The J.B.'s,
China Crisis,
Mr. Review,
Gil Scott Heron,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Darondo,
Grey Daturas,
Lightning Bolt,
Echospace,
Altered Images,
Das Ding,
Jacob Miller,
Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin.
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.