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 Mauritius and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 linndrum 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 Fifty Foot Hose to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Nirvana. All the underground hits.
All Slave tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultimate Spinach 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rotary Connection record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chrome,
Dark Day,
Radio Birdman,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
a-ha,
L. Decosne,
Ituana,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Underground Resistance,
Accadde A,
Hoover,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sixth Finger,
Peter and Kerry,
The Raincoats,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
48th St. Collective,
Audionom,
Faraquet,
Bill Wells,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Gun Club,
Infiniti,
In Retrospect,
Bauhaus,
the Human League,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The New Christs,
Reuben Wilson,
Fatback Band,
Qualms,
Spoonie Gee,
EPMD,
Morten Harket,
Nas,
David McCallum,
Eden Ahbez,
Warren Ellis,
Tres Demented,
Cymande,
the Sonics,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bad Manners,
The Barracudas,
Average White Band,
Jimmy McGriff,
Black Sheep,
Anakelly,
Con Funk Shun,
Donny Hathaway,
The Vogues,
Ice-T,
The Music Machine,
Negative Approach,
Youth Brigade,
Man Eating Sloth,
Oblivians,
Basic Channel,
Roger Hodgson,
The Wake,
The Fugs,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Spandau Ballet,
Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose.
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.