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 Argentina and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Whodini to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 OOIOO. All the underground hits.
All The Young Rascals tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Panda Bear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 U.S. Maple record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Normal,
Sugar Minott,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Q65,
Cluster,
Rod Modell,
Ralphi Rosario,
Groovy Waters,
Robert Wyatt,
The Happenings,
Black Flag,
Royal Trux,
Television Personalities,
Reuben Wilson,
the Swans,
Spandau Ballet,
Aswad,
The United States of America,
Vainqueur,
Black Pus,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Birthday Party,
Procol Harum,
Brass Construction,
Kool Moe Dee,
Heaven 17,
The Blues Magoos,
X-Ray Spex,
Inner City,
The Names,
The Cramps,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Isaac Hayes,
The Red Krayola,
Chris Corsano,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Joe Smooth,
Mantronix,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Radiohead,
Camberwell Now,
Marcia Griffiths,
DJ Style,
Kerri Chandler,
Electric Prunes,
Josef K,
The Slits,
Ultimate Spinach,
David Bowie,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Alarm Clocks,
Porter Ricks,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gichy Dan,
Sandy B,
Fat Boys,
Rufus Thomas,
10cc,
Bang On A Can,
Arab on Radar,
The Remains,
Ultra Naté,
Severed Heads,
The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins.
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.