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 Burundi and from Manila.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 theremin 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 Jawbox to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Fad Gadget. All the underground hits.
All Brick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quantec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Subhumans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Seeds,
Bizarre Inc.,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Boredoms,
Fatback Band,
Little Man,
Deakin,
Rod Modell,
Soulsonic Force,
Brick,
Maleditus Sound,
Theoretical Girls,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bad Manners,
The Saints,
Matthew Halsall,
Brand Nubian,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Fat Boys,
Wire,
Pere Ubu,
the Fania All-Stars,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
John Cale,
Trumans Water,
The Toasters,
The Music Machine,
Pierre Henry,
Yellowson,
Man Eating Sloth,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Organ,
Audionom,
Grandmaster Flash,
New York Dolls,
Crime,
The Remains,
Lyres,
the Bar-Kays,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Nick Fraelich,
Mr. Review,
Shuggie Otis,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Urselle,
The Dead C,
Robert Hood,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Prince Buster,
Sight & Sound,
the Germs,
FM Einheit,
Cal Tjader,
Basic Channel,
Anakelly,
Oneida,
Guru Guru,
H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme.
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.