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 Romania and from Bologna.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 David Bowie 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 Hardrive to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Slits. All the underground hits.
All Red Lorry Yellow Lorry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rekid 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harpers Bizarre record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter & Gordon,
Anthony Braxton,
Isaac Hayes,
Glenn Branca,
Kas Product,
Dorothy Ashby,
Delta 5,
X-101,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Carl Craig,
The Gories,
The Monochrome Set,
DNA,
Radiohead,
Metal Thangz,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Tom Boy,
Depeche Mode,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
D'Angelo,
Lakeside,
The Cowsills,
The Dave Clark Five,
Marcia Griffiths,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Toni Rubio,
CMW,
Marmalade,
Negative Approach,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Pantytec,
Davy DMX,
The Selecter,
Unrelated Segments,
Essential Logic,
Drexciya,
Funkadelic,
Minutemen,
Shuggie Otis,
Robert Görl,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Marvin Gaye,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Pussy Galore,
Make Up,
Alison Limerick,
The Victims,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Severed Heads,
cv313,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Franke,
Sällskapet,
Massinfluence,
Aural Exciters,
Kurtis Blow,
The Sonics,
Cybotron,
Loose Ends,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Underground Resistance,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282.
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.