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 Oman and from Calgary.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 theremin 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 PIL to the electroclash 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 Gil Scott Heron. All the underground hits.
All The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soulsonic Force 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Techniques,
Fluxion,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Camberwell Now,
Zapp,
Severed Heads,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Index,
Animal Collective,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Barracudas,
Eyeless In Gaza,
James White and The Blacks,
kango's stein massive,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Moebius,
Reagan Youth,
Frankie Knuckles,
Kurtis Blow,
Groovy Waters,
Bluetip,
Kas Product,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Jeru the Damaja,
MDC,
Funky Four + One,
Traffic Nightmare,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Rites of Spring,
Eden Ahbez,
Bronski Beat,
Sister Nancy,
The Last Poets,
The Real Kids,
The Angels of Light,
Hardrive,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lakeside,
Smog,
Y Pants,
H. Thieme,
K-Klass,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Modern Lovers,
The Music Machine,
Freddie Wadling,
Aloha Tigers,
Ice-T,
Jeff Lynne,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Massinfluence,
The Blues Magoos,
The Stooges,
Kerri Chandler,
the Sonics,
Scientists,
Curtis Mayfield,
Brick,
Wire, Wire, Wire, Wire.
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.