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 Slovakia and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Oppenheimer Analysis to the grime 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 Heavy D & The Boyz. All the underground hits.
All Black Pus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Archie Shepp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Associates record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang On A Can,
Ronnie Foster,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Danielle Patucci,
New Age Steppers,
The Gap Band,
Shuggie Otis,
Slick Rick,
Steve Hackett,
The Detroit Cobras,
Colin Newman,
Todd Terry,
The Motions,
Idris Muhammad,
Scan 7,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bad Manners,
Metal Thangz,
Circle Jerks,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Leaves,
Youth Brigade,
The Wake,
Nation of Ulysses,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sun Ra,
Surgeon,
Unrelated Segments,
The Misunderstood,
cv313,
Hot Snakes,
E-Dancer,
The Slits,
The Names,
Brand Nubian,
Supertramp,
Bootsy Collins,
Fear,
The Evens,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Martian,
The J.B.'s,
Panda Bear,
Lucky Dragons,
ABC,
The Smiths,
Fad Gadget,
Eurythmics,
Marvin Gaye,
Half Japanese,
Lalo Schifrin,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
X-101,
Robert Görl,
The Zeros,
Dual Sessions,
Warren Ellis,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Glenn Branca,
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.