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 Korea North and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Minor Threat to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Graham Central Station. All the underground hits.
All Cal Tjader tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Light Orchestra 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barry Ungar,
Josef K,
Arcadia,
Suburban Knight,
The Evens,
Isaac Hayes,
Neil Young,
The Motions,
Ohio Players,
Gil Scott Heron,
Kerri Chandler,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Hardrive,
Lucky Dragons,
Rotary Connection,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Marc Almond,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sam Rivers,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Marine Girls,
This Heat,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Deakin,
The Vogues,
Groovy Waters,
Bobby Byrd,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
LL Cool J,
The Knickerbockers,
The Saints,
Ken Boothe,
Faraquet,
Los Fastidios,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sällskapet,
Q65,
Banda Bassotti,
Thee Headcoats,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bang On A Can,
Scion,
Rufus Thomas,
Moby Grape,
Main Source,
Absolute Body Control,
Rites of Spring,
Soul II Soul,
the Fania All-Stars,
Slave,
Rekid,
Little Man,
Roxy Music,
The Black Dice,
D'Angelo,
Alphaville,
Tommy Roe,
June of 44, June of 44, June of 44, June of 44.
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.