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 Australia and from Tokyo.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 oboe 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 Hasil Adkins to the rock 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 Jesper Dahlback. All the underground hits.
All Mission of Burma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Christie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bill Wells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
KRS-One,
Ornette Coleman,
Y Pants,
Barry Ungar,
Dennis Brown,
Ronnie Foster,
The Modern Lovers,
Marvin Gaye,
Cybotron,
Chris & Cosey,
Aural Exciters,
Hashim,
Skaos,
Joe Finger,
Mad Mike,
Scan 7,
The American Breed,
Neil Young,
The Pop Group,
In Retrospect,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Yusef Lateef,
Juan Atkins,
Soul II Soul,
John Coltrane,
Traffic Nightmare,
David Bowie,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Brand Nubian,
The Dave Clark Five,
Public Image Ltd.,
Electric Light Orchestra,
DJ Style,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Kayak,
U.S. Maple,
The Index,
AZ,
Main Source,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Seeds,
The Barracudas,
Desert Stars,
X-102,
Throbbing Gristle,
R.M.O.,
Can,
Al Stewart,
The Smiths,
Unrelated Segments,
Roy Ayers,
Chris Corsano,
Altered Images,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Joyce Sims,
Rod Modell,
Inner City,
Harpers Bizarre,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sällskapet,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Monks,
Letta Mbulu,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog.
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.