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 Suriname and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 guitar 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 Ten City to the dance 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 The Happenings. All the underground hits.
All Accadde A tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Real Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
a-ha,
Glenn Branca,
the Swans,
The American Breed,
Aural Exciters,
The Last Poets,
Liliput,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Tom Boy,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Velvet Underground,
Ornette Coleman,
June of 44,
The Mojo Men,
Wolf Eyes,
Altered Images,
Maurizio,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Terrestrial Tones,
Anthony Braxton,
Cluster,
The Angels of Light,
Sun Ra,
Sight & Sound,
The Techniques,
Unwound,
Vainqueur,
The Residents,
Swell Maps,
Public Enemy,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lucky Dragons,
Hot Snakes,
Erasure,
Subhumans,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Real Kids,
Index,
Smog,
Marine Girls,
Chris Corsano,
The Mummies,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Victims,
Piero Umiliani,
Ken Boothe,
Quadrant,
Cameo,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
L. Decosne,
Dennis Brown,
Reuben Wilson,
Delon & Dalcan,
Surgeon,
Rosa Yemen,
Unrelated Segments,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Fire Engines,
Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo.
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.