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 Madagascar and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Minor Threat to the dance 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family. All the underground hits.
All Jerry's Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mo-Dettes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s 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 Lou Reed & Metallica record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fall,
Barrington Levy,
Q and Not U,
The Mojo Men,
Albert Ayler,
Judy Mowatt,
Peter and Kerry,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Audionom,
T.S.O.L.,
The Cowsills,
Johnny Osbourne,
Hasil Adkins,
Tomorrow,
Qualms,
Brand Nubian,
X-102,
Arthur Verocai,
Flamin' Groovies,
Monks,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Motions,
Sugar Minott,
Slick Rick,
Derrick May,
The Star Department,
Bill Wells,
Metal Thangz,
Basic Channel,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
kango's stein massive,
Cluster,
Stereo Dub,
Panda Bear,
Gang Starr,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Wolf Eyes,
The Vogues,
Sarah Menescal,
Todd Terry,
48th St. Collective,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Eden Ahbez,
Jeff Lynne,
The Divine Comedy,
Amon Düül II,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Prince Buster,
DJ Style,
Neu!,
Talk Talk,
Man Eating Sloth,
Little Man,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Monochrome Set,
Sonny Sharrock,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Patti Smith,
Camberwell Now,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Real Kids,
Pagans,
Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen.
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.