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 Bahamas and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 Mumbai and Toronto.
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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Smoke to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Excepter. All the underground hits.
All Fifty Foot Hose tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dave Gahan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin 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 harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
cv313,
Monolake,
The Victims,
The Walker Brothers,
48th St. Collective,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Neil Young,
Underground Resistance,
Tom Boy,
Black Flag,
The Gun Club,
Eli Mardock,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Yusef Lateef,
Albert Ayler,
Bad Manners,
kango's stein massive,
Surgeon,
Ralphi Rosario,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Barry Ungar,
Camouflage,
Chris Corsano,
Lindisfarne,
Boogie Down Productions,
Blake Baxter,
Judy Mowatt,
The Gap Band,
Deakin,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bronski Beat,
Joensuu 1685,
Alice Coltrane,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
World's Most,
The Smoke,
Tropical Tobacco,
Icehouse,
Rekid,
Blossom Toes,
Bobby Womack,
Connie Case,
The Fuzztones,
Ludus,
Mission of Burma,
The Neon Judgement,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gong,
Vainqueur,
Carl Craig,
Dark Day,
Robert Wyatt,
Aloha Tigers,
Stockholm Monsters,
Rites of Spring,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Boz Scaggs,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Second Layer,
The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men.
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.