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 Netherlands and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Second Layer to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Soulsonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Chris Corsano tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Neon Judgement record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Metal Thangz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wolf Eyes,
Bob Dylan,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
8 Eyed Spy,
Glenn Branca,
Hot Snakes,
Kaleidoscope,
Reuben Wilson,
Fatback Band,
David McCallum,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gichy Dan,
These Immortal Souls,
Wasted Youth,
U.S. Maple,
ABBA,
Faraquet,
Royal Trux,
In Retrospect,
The Walker Brothers,
Skriet,
Public Enemy,
Sonic Youth,
Trumans Water,
Television Personalities,
Radiopuhelimet,
Nik Kershaw,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gang Gang Dance,
Marshall Jefferson,
Banda Bassotti,
Camouflage,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Section 25,
Tubeway Army,
Ponytail,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
PIL,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Average White Band,
Minutemen,
Sight & Sound,
The Monks,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ken Boothe,
Jacob Miller,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Hoover,
Anthony Braxton,
Soulsonic Force,
Gregory Isaacs,
Amazonics,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Neil Young,
Ossler,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Rotary Connection,
X-101,
Aswad,
New Age Steppers,
Donny Hathaway,
Pylon,
Nico,
Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios.
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.