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 Poland and from Delhi.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 snare 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Clear Light. All the underground hits.
All The Neon Judgement tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marshall Jefferson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stetsasonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Charles Mingus,
Siglo XX,
Spoonie Gee,
FM Einheit,
Stiv Bators,
Accadde A,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Gladiators,
The Five Americans,
Marine Girls,
Piero Umiliani,
Jeff Mills,
Grandmaster Flash,
Agitation Free,
Tears for Fears,
The Fall,
ABBA,
Television Personalities,
Mad Mike,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Busters,
The Evens,
Cecil Taylor,
The Saints,
Buzzcocks,
EPMD,
Royal Trux,
Wally Richardson,
This Heat,
Wasted Youth,
Sixth Finger,
Minny Pops,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Quadrant,
Bob Dylan,
Rakim,
Country Joe & The Fish,
One Last Wish,
The Blues Magoos,
Henry Cow,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Minor Threat,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Red Krayola,
Scion,
Juan Atkins,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lightning Bolt,
The Modern Lovers,
The Count Five,
Godley & Creme,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Associates,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Carl Craig,
Josef K,
KRS-One,
Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus.
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.