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 Vanuatu and from Portland.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Echo & the Bunnymen to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Bronski Beat. All the underground hits.
All Fatback Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dawn Penn 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 güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gregory Isaacs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
L. Decosne,
The Stooges,
Echospace,
The Kinks,
A Certain Ratio,
R.M.O.,
Soul Sonic Force,
Minny Pops,
the Bar-Kays,
Ituana,
Fugazi,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Grass Roots,
Adolescents,
Alison Limerick,
Amazonics,
The Alarm Clocks,
Suicide,
Glenn Branca,
Das Ding,
Swell Maps,
Drexciya,
Ultra Naté,
The Neon Judgement,
David Axelrod,
Tropical Tobacco,
Grey Daturas,
Zapp,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Litter,
Cameo,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Max Romeo,
Rakim,
Cal Tjader,
Fad Gadget,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Dead C,
Section 25,
Goldenarms,
Minor Threat,
Johnny Clarke,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Fear,
Robert Hood,
Bang On A Can,
Ohio Players,
Hoover,
Barbara Tucker,
Brick,
Jandek,
Lucky Dragons,
Stereo Dub,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ronnie Foster,
Danielle Patucci,
Wire,
The Fall,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Niagra,
Harmonia,
The Cowsills,
Hashim, Hashim, Hashim, Hashim.
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.