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 Korea South and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro 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 KRS-One to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse. All the underground hits.
All Swell Maps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monks 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rapeman,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Monks,
The Seeds,
Flash Fearless,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Wake,
The Walker Brothers,
Archie Shepp,
Fad Gadget,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Offenders,
the Soft Cell,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Mummies,
Wire,
Joyce Sims,
The Detroit Cobras,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sight & Sound,
The Beau Brummels,
Aaron Thompson,
Goldenarms,
Joensuu 1685,
48th St. Collective,
Inner City,
Eric B and Rakim,
Groovy Waters,
Pierre Henry,
U.S. Maple,
Bill Wells,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Boredoms,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Niagra,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Crime,
Jimmy McGriff,
Roxette,
Roy Ayers,
The Cure,
Ralphi Rosario,
Eddi Front,
Fela Kuti,
World's Most,
Soulsonic Force,
Royal Trux,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Music Machine,
Section 25,
Magazine,
Kerri Chandler,
Quantec,
This Heat,
The Fuzztones,
The Victims,
Easy Going,
Erykah Badu,
PIL,
EPMD,
Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments.
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.