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 Afghanistan and from Philadelphia.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 organ 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 Grandmaster Flash to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Nirvana. All the underground hits.
All Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Raincoats 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hardrive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe 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?
Buzzcocks,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Wolf Eyes,
Janne Schatter,
Gabor Szabo,
The Red Krayola,
Cheater Slicks,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Pet Shop Boys,
kango's stein massive,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Associates,
In Retrospect,
Radiopuhelimet,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Vogues,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Inner City,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Durutti Column,
Moby Grape,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Trojans,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Kerri Chandler,
John Cale,
Nirvana,
Jeff Mills,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
La Düsseldorf,
Glambeats Corp.,
Fad Gadget,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Funky Four + One,
Archie Shepp,
UT,
The Electric Prunes,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Porter Ricks,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Monks,
Echospace,
China Crisis,
Quando Quango,
James White and The Blacks,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lalo Schifrin,
Crooked Eye,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Public Enemy,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Evens,
Anthony Braxton,
The Saints,
Rites of Spring,
Lee Hazlewood,
Robert Görl,
John Foxx,
DJ Style,
Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis.
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.