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 Chad and from Tokyo.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 Jandek to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Cluster. All the underground hits.
All Crispy Ambulance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Morten Harket 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oppenheimer Analysis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wasted Youth,
Gerry Rafferty,
Dorothy Ashby,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Golliwogs,
Moss Icon,
Johnny Osbourne,
Rakim,
Pere Ubu,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Electric Prunes,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bronski Beat,
the Fania All-Stars,
John Lydon,
Joensuu 1685,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bobby Womack,
Black Pus,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bill Near,
Silicon Teens,
Niagra,
Nik Kershaw,
Eddi Front,
Toni Rubio,
Boredoms,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Gap Band,
The Zeros,
The Beau Brummels,
Peter & Gordon,
Moby Grape,
Lindisfarne,
the Sonics,
Accadde A,
JFA,
AZ,
Oblivians,
Jerry's Kids,
Television,
The United States of America,
The Durutti Column,
The Selecter,
Eden Ahbez,
Warsaw,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Cal Tjader,
Make Up,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Brick,
Crooked Eye,
Japan,
The Blues Magoos,
Vainqueur,
Lyres,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Donald Byrd,
Smog,
Liliput,
Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going.
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.