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 Libya and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Neil Young to the electroclash 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 Nirvana. All the underground hits.
All Gastr Del Sol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quando Quango record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maleditus Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shuggie Otis,
Archie Shepp,
X-102,
Graham Central Station,
The Knickerbockers,
Q and Not U,
The Residents,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Minny Pops,
The Cramps,
The Litter,
Trumans Water,
Althea and Donna,
Gang Gang Dance,
Excepter,
Janne Schatter,
Jacques Brel,
Jacob Miller,
Wings,
Man Eating Sloth,
Pole,
John Lydon,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Stereo Dub,
Unrelated Segments,
Bobby Womack,
Zapp,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Vladislav Delay,
Sight & Sound,
Lungfish,
Clear Light,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Judy Mowatt,
Eric Copeland,
The Names,
Monolake,
Organ,
The Invisible,
Aural Exciters,
The Cure,
Banda Bassotti,
Quantec,
Royal Trux,
David Axelrod,
Alice Coltrane,
Magma,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Scion,
Lightning Bolt,
Mandrill,
Bush Tetras,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Tubeway Army,
Schoolly D,
The New Christs,
Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca.
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.