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 Nepal and from Copenhagen.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 David Bowie 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 Circle Jerks 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 Thee Headcoats. All the underground hits.
All a-ha tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Busters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Smog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Green,
Public Enemy,
This Heat,
The Blues Magoos,
The Wake,
Organ,
Bill Wells,
Drexciya,
X-102,
Clear Light,
Lakeside,
Jesper Dahlback,
Jimmy McGriff,
Q65,
Scrapy,
Vainqueur,
Alice Coltrane,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Rites of Spring,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Fat Boys,
Lindisfarne,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Susan Cadogan,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Soulsonic Force,
The Fortunes,
The Neon Judgement,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Todd Rundgren,
Donald Byrd,
Flipper,
Tim Buckley,
Max Romeo,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Monochrome Set,
The Golliwogs,
Black Sheep,
Beasts of Bourbon,
JFA,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Infiniti,
a-ha,
Ponytail,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Grass Roots,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gang Starr,
The Birthday Party,
Soft Machine,
Groovy Waters,
Harmonia,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Pharoah Sanders,
Alton Ellis,
Bang On A Can,
The Count Five,
Eric Copeland,
Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu.
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.