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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 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 Davy DMX to the grime 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 Easy Going. All the underground hits.
All James Chance & The Contortions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Panda Bear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-102 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?
Fear,
Wings,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kerri Chandler,
Laurel Aitken,
Brass Construction,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Agent Orange,
The Fall,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gichy Dan,
Aural Exciters,
Max Romeo,
MC5,
Bobby Sherman,
Swans,
Buzzcocks,
Skarface,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Neon Judgement,
Marcia Griffiths,
Alphaville,
Masters at Work,
Thee Headcoats,
In Retrospect,
The Index,
The Flesh Eaters,
Drexciya,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Oneida,
Roxy Music,
The New Christs,
The Walker Brothers,
Simply Red,
Stetsasonic,
Quando Quango,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
John Lydon,
Fela Kuti,
Neil Young,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Rapeman,
Sight & Sound,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sonic Youth,
DJ Sneak,
Radiohead,
Traffic Nightmare,
Fat Boys,
Minor Threat,
Pet Shop Boys,
AZ,
Jeff Mills,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Angry Samoans,
Sister Nancy,
Kool Moe Dee,
Al Stewart,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Kinks,
Jacob Miller,
Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar.
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.