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 Nepal and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 sitar 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 OOIOO to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Barracudas. All the underground hits.
All Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New York Dolls 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Accadde A record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Au Pairs,
Nico,
Traffic Nightmare,
Urselle,
Buzzcocks,
the Soft Cell,
Vainqueur,
X-Ray Spex,
Stereo Dub,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
the Human League,
Nas,
The Blackbyrds,
The Blues Magoos,
Suicide,
KRS-One,
OOIOO,
Soft Machine,
Lungfish,
Ultimate Spinach,
B.T. Express,
Tubeway Army,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
In Retrospect,
Drexciya,
The Fortunes,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Animal Collective,
Barry Ungar,
Duran Duran,
One Last Wish,
The Dirtbombs,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Vladislav Delay,
Yusef Lateef,
Robert Görl,
Lou Christie,
Index,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Suburban Knight,
Ronan,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Monolake,
Harry Pussy,
The Young Rascals,
Skriet,
Chris & Cosey,
Saccharine Trust,
New York Dolls,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Monks,
Japan,
Nik Kershaw,
The J.B.'s,
Gang Starr,
The Monochrome Set,
Laurel Aitken,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kerrie Biddell,
New Age Steppers,
Outsiders,
Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna.
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.