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 Ecuador and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 sitar 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 Gichy Dan 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 Erasure. All the underground hits.
All The Skatalites tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stockholm Monsters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bob Dylan,
New Age Steppers,
Gong,
Soft Machine,
Faraquet,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Groovy Waters,
The Music Machine,
Frankie Knuckles,
Tomorrow,
Electric Prunes,
Derrick Morgan,
Eli Mardock,
Sound Behaviour,
Cymande,
Kerrie Biddell,
Monolake,
Alison Limerick,
Rod Modell,
Oneida,
Drive Like Jehu,
Brick,
Scott Walker,
John Lydon,
Curtis Mayfield,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Flesh Eaters,
Smog,
The Selecter,
These Immortal Souls,
Country Teasers,
Dawn Penn,
Judy Mowatt,
EPMD,
The Golliwogs,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Buckinghams,
DJ Style,
Little Man,
Absolute Body Control,
The Gories,
the Fania All-Stars,
Joy Division,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Pretty Things,
R.M.O.,
Youth Brigade,
Hot Snakes,
Peter & Gordon,
The Smiths,
Massinfluence,
Anakelly,
Alice Coltrane,
Man Parrish,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
X-102,
B.T. Express,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Barclay James Harvest,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers.
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.