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 Brunei and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 spring reverb 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 Sonny Sharrock to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Symarip. All the underground hits.
All The Skatalites tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Popol Vuh 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Busters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Moon,
The Index,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
John Lydon,
Minny Pops,
Derrick Morgan,
the Association,
Cluster,
The Vogues,
Jandek,
Gang Green,
Monolake,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Avey Tare,
Mr. Review,
Livin' Joy,
Tres Demented,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ludus,
Ultravox,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Banda Bassotti,
The Misunderstood,
Can,
Sixth Finger,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sexual Harrassment,
Qualms,
Q and Not U,
Camouflage,
MDC,
cv313,
X-101,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ossler,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Fad Gadget,
Funkadelic,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Last Poets,
David Bowie,
DJ Style,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Camberwell Now,
Talk Talk,
Swell Maps,
Sparks,
Marcia Griffiths,
Monks,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bill Near,
Slick Rick,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sarah Menescal,
Barbara Tucker,
Eurythmics,
Kerrie Biddell,
B.T. Express,
Iggy Pop,
Swans,
The Buckinghams,
Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free.
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.