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 Turkmenistan and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Jesper Dahlback to the funk 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 Dark Day. All the underground hits.
All Thompson Twins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Idris Muhammad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Lydon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Hutcherson,
Freddie Wadling,
Gerry Rafferty,
Brand Nubian,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Mandrill,
cv313,
Silicon Teens,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Duran Duran,
The Electric Prunes,
Soul II Soul,
Bob Dylan,
The Searchers,
Todd Rundgren,
Lungfish,
Ken Boothe,
T. Rex,
Stockholm Monsters,
Camberwell Now,
Pere Ubu,
Eric Copeland,
Sparks,
Tim Buckley,
The Smiths,
June of 44,
Royal Trux,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
A Certain Ratio,
Cecil Taylor,
Echospace,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Pantytec,
Fugazi,
DNA,
Section 25,
Audionom,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Organ,
Boogie Down Productions,
X-Ray Spex,
Jandek,
Sarah Menescal,
Gil Scott Heron,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Country Teasers,
Grauzone,
Fat Boys,
The Raincoats,
Visage,
Wire,
The Techniques,
Barclay James Harvest,
Minutemen,
Mary Jane Girls,
Niagra,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk.
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.