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 Tajikistan and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Kenny Larkin to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Robert Wyatt. All the underground hits.
All Clear Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Evens 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Youth Brigade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare 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 Mummies,
Scott Walker,
Barrington Levy,
Spandau Ballet,
Chris Corsano,
Essential Logic,
Cheater Slicks,
Amon Düül II,
Marine Girls,
48th St. Collective,
JFA,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Scion,
The Smoke,
Monks,
Anakelly,
Ohio Players,
June Days,
Quantec,
Kevin Saunderson,
Hasil Adkins,
Radiopuhelimet,
Barry Ungar,
Brass Construction,
Dual Sessions,
Warren Ellis,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Erykah Badu,
The Last Poets,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Aaron Thompson,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Outsiders,
Big Daddy Kane,
Smog,
Masters at Work,
Arcadia,
Rapeman,
the Germs,
The Dirtbombs,
The Cure,
Tres Demented,
Dave Gahan,
Black Flag,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
the Bar-Kays,
John Foxx,
Ten City,
Black Sheep,
Lungfish,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Heaven 17,
Be Bop Deluxe,
A Flock of Seagulls,
X-101,
F. McDonald,
John Lydon,
The Evens,
Leonard Cohen,
The Slits,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds.
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.