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 Bahamas and from Portland.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar 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 The Detroit Cobras to the disco 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 La Düsseldorf. All the underground hits.
All Circle Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Bananas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spandau Ballet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacques Brel,
Main Source,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
the Bar-Kays,
Boz Scaggs,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Kayak,
Oblivians,
Deakin,
Cabaret Voltaire,
James White and The Blacks,
the Slits,
Gerry Rafferty,
Chrome,
Deadbeat,
The Names,
The Beau Brummels,
Sandy B,
Todd Rundgren,
DJ Sneak,
Carl Craig,
The Evens,
Grauzone,
Bobby Sherman,
Flamin' Groovies,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Idris Muhammad,
K-Klass,
Essential Logic,
Das Ding,
Guru Guru,
Sonic Youth,
Josef K,
The Selecter,
Cheater Slicks,
Davy DMX,
These Immortal Souls,
10cc,
Thompson Twins,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Donald Byrd,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Zero Boys,
Crash Course in Science,
Avey Tare,
Niagra,
This Heat,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Cymande,
Tom Boy,
Sällskapet,
Cameo,
Siglo XX,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Trojans,
Fat Boys,
Nick Fraelich,
FM Einheit,
Lalann,
ABC,
Pagans, Pagans, Pagans, Pagans.
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.