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 Singapore and from Johannesburg.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the guitar 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 Chrome to the electroclash 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 Goldenarms. All the underground hits.
All Half Japanese tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Light Orchestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Darondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Danielle Patucci,
The Dead C,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Residents,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Desert Stars,
Popol Vuh,
The Litter,
Sex Pistols,
Lebanon Hanover,
In Retrospect,
Lungfish,
The Gories,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Excepter,
Minutemen,
The Gun Club,
Yusef Lateef,
Aswad,
The Blackbyrds,
The Sonics,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Doobie Brothers,
Kas Product,
L. Decosne,
Rapeman,
Fluxion,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Joey Negro,
Ice-T,
Cheater Slicks,
Sparks,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Reagan Youth,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Underground Resistance,
Livin' Joy,
Clear Light,
Arcadia,
Marmalade,
The United States of America,
The Selecter,
James White and The Blacks,
The Martian,
Fatback Band,
Accadde A,
Gabor Szabo,
The Dirtbombs,
Main Source,
Scott Walker,
Warren Ellis,
Al Stewart,
The Fugs,
Gil Scott Heron,
Soft Machine,
Skaos,
The Toasters,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Peter and Kerry,
Suicide,
F. McDonald,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson.
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.