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 Luxembourg and from Lille.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Gun Club to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Barry Ungar. All the underground hits.
All Lungfish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Essential Logic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Association record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Osbourne,
Dual Sessions,
Joy Division,
Porter Ricks,
The Divine Comedy,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Stockholm Monsters,
Junior Murvin,
Lebanon Hanover,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ralphi Rosario,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Malaria!,
The New Christs,
EPMD,
Essential Logic,
The Move,
The Durutti Column,
K-Klass,
Davy DMX,
Isaac Hayes,
Throbbing Gristle,
MC5,
The Raincoats,
The Victims,
Alice Coltrane,
Das Ding,
UT,
Crash Course in Science,
Country Teasers,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Count Five,
Sarah Menescal,
Con Funk Shun,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sonic Youth,
Sound Behaviour,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Angry Samoans,
The Velvet Underground,
The Searchers,
Dawn Penn,
Wings,
R.M.O.,
Jacob Miller,
the Bar-Kays,
Stereo Dub,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Make Up,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Pagans,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Livin' Joy,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Gladiators,
Aaron Thompson,
Frankie Knuckles,
Magma,
Monolake,
The Detroit Cobras,
Visage, Visage, Visage, Visage.
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.