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 Costa Rica and from Lille.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 808 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 Buckinghams 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 Flash Fearless. All the underground hits.
All Marc Almond tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Leaves 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 guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Toasters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris & Cosey,
Second Layer,
Lou Christie,
Lightning Bolt,
Susan Cadogan,
Aaron Thompson,
Electric Prunes,
Gang Gang Dance,
Little Man,
New Age Steppers,
The Gories,
Maurizio,
Juan Atkins,
Fat Boys,
Warren Ellis,
Roy Ayers,
10cc,
Barrington Levy,
Althea and Donna,
The Leaves,
Tommy Roe,
Rotary Connection,
Fluxion,
Godley & Creme,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sonic Youth,
Bobby Sherman,
Chris Corsano,
Babytalk,
Cameo,
The Pretty Things,
Charles Mingus,
Jawbox,
The Grass Roots,
Stiv Bators,
The Fire Engines,
The Blues Magoos,
Soul Sonic Force,
Glambeats Corp.,
Peter & Gordon,
The Mojo Men,
Jerry Gold Smith,
the Human League,
Isaac Hayes,
Idris Muhammad,
a-ha,
Arthur Verocai,
Black Flag,
Pylon,
Bluetip,
Livin' Joy,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Zeros,
Drive Like Jehu,
Moebius,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Pierre Henry,
The Barracudas,
Icehouse,
Nirvana,
The Tremeloes,
Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye.
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.