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 Georgia and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Bluetip to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sister Nancy. All the underground hits.
All The Beau Brummels tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joy Division record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sly & The Family Stone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joey Negro,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Slick Rick,
The Fire Engines,
Sandy B,
U.S. Maple,
The Fall,
Section 25,
The Cowsills,
Deakin,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Trumans Water,
Pierre Henry,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Radio Birdman,
Black Sheep,
Popol Vuh,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Tom Boy,
Erasure,
Ornette Coleman,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Quantec,
The Misunderstood,
Schoolly D,
Metal Thangz,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Kayak,
The Kinks,
Minny Pops,
Roy Ayers,
Man Parrish,
Sixth Finger,
the Germs,
Khruangbin,
Barrington Levy,
Anakelly,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Scan 7,
The Residents,
Scion,
Pagans,
Black Pus,
Agent Orange,
DJ Sneak,
Iggy Pop,
Ultravox,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Delta 5,
Junior Murvin,
the Slits,
Newcleus,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ludus,
Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion.
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.