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 Liberia and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 synthesizer 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Derrick May. All the underground hits.
All Schoolly D tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Pus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dual Sessions,
Amon Düül II,
Radiopuhelimet,
Jacques Brel,
The Five Americans,
Rosa Yemen,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Techniques,
Minutemen,
Brothers Johnson,
Moby Grape,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lalann,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Metal Thangz,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The United States of America,
Johnny Clarke,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Grey Daturas,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Mark Hollis,
Scott Walker,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Delon & Dalcan,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Young Marble Giants,
Warsaw,
Donald Byrd,
Joensuu 1685,
Ponytail,
John Foxx,
Hasil Adkins,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pole,
Byron Stingily,
The Flesh Eaters,
Basic Channel,
Aloha Tigers,
Crispy Ambulance,
KRS-One,
Scratch Acid,
The Move,
Barrington Levy,
Rekid,
John Lydon,
The Tremeloes,
Alton Ellis,
The Moody Blues,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
DNA,
Frankie Knuckles,
Maurizio,
Dennis Brown,
Soft Machine,
Fad Gadget,
The Grass Roots,
The Slackers,
Guru Guru,
Easy Going,
Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach.
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.