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 South Sudan and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Lungfish to the disco 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 Wings. All the underground hits.
All The Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slits 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reagan Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Bananas,
Ronan,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Cameo,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Remains,
Cluster,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Parry Music,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Simply Red,
Stereo Dub,
Buzzcocks,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Kerrie Biddell,
Harpers Bizarre,
Black Pus,
Eric Copeland,
Negative Approach,
Ornette Coleman,
Lower 48,
Mars,
Second Layer,
Schoolly D,
James White and The Blacks,
Pierre Henry,
Can,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Minnie Riperton,
The Gun Club,
Inner City,
Soul II Soul,
Aural Exciters,
The Smoke,
These Immortal Souls,
The Busters,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Mad Mike,
Vladislav Delay,
DNA,
Reuben Wilson,
The Martian,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Albert Ayler,
Pantytec,
Cymande,
Junior Murvin,
Khruangbin,
Soft Machine,
Brothers Johnson,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Standells,
Jawbox,
Dark Day,
The Fall,
The Dead C,
Moss Icon,
The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter.
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.