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 Burundi and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran 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 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 World's Most to the grime 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz. All the underground hits.
All Brass Construction tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T.S.O.L. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ten City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed,
Davy DMX,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Grauzone,
Black Sheep,
The Gun Club,
Michelle Simonal,
Charles Mingus,
The Mojo Men,
Bobby Womack,
The Misunderstood,
Camberwell Now,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
These Immortal Souls,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
MC5,
Radiopuhelimet,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
T. Rex,
Mars,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Dave Clark Five,
Qualms,
Television,
Motorama,
Hoover,
Aural Exciters,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Dennis Brown,
Gil Scott Heron,
Jeff Mills,
F. McDonald,
The Five Americans,
Donald Byrd,
Suburban Knight,
Nation of Ulysses,
Country Teasers,
The Victims,
Aloha Tigers,
Soulsonic Force,
Panda Bear,
Terrestrial Tones,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Fat Boys,
Essential Logic,
Deadbeat,
Barrington Levy,
Howard Jones,
Dark Day,
Gang Gang Dance,
Loose Ends,
Mad Mike,
Boredoms,
Don Cherry,
Skaos,
The Blackbyrds,
Rhythm & Sound,
Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow.
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.