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 Turkey and from Lagos.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Bremen.
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 arpeggiator 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 Techniques to the rock 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 Lonnie Liston Smith. All the underground hits.
All Vaughan Mason & Crew tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Normal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fugazi record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Max Romeo,
Deepchord,
Unwound,
Wire,
The Pretty Things,
The Gap Band,
Gregory Isaacs,
Fat Boys,
The Blues Magoos,
Q65,
The Techniques,
Minutemen,
Harpers Bizarre,
Depeche Mode,
Warsaw,
Unrelated Segments,
T. Rex,
Aswad,
Lalann,
Slick Rick,
Howard Jones,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lindisfarne,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sam Rivers,
The Stooges,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Susan Cadogan,
Section 25,
Suicide,
Marshall Jefferson,
Schoolly D,
The Slits,
Frankie Knuckles,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Joe Finger,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Porter Ricks,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ice-T,
Cecil Taylor,
Neu!,
Henry Cow,
the Germs,
Arthur Verocai,
The Alarm Clocks,
Brand Nubian,
Marine Girls,
Bluetip,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Supertramp,
Excepter,
Television,
Surgeon,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Pussy Galore,
Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd.
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.