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 New Zealand and from Lille.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Underground Resistance to the jazz 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 John Holt. All the underground hits.
All cv313 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jawbox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crime record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sarah Menescal,
Wolf Eyes,
Cluster,
Severed Heads,
The Gap Band,
Pole,
Rhythm & Sound,
Fad Gadget,
The Electric Prunes,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gang of Four,
Pussy Galore,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
T. Rex,
The Techniques,
The Doors,
Gil Scott Heron,
Derrick Morgan,
D'Angelo,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Excepter,
Buzzcocks,
Sparks,
kango's stein massive,
The Slits,
Swell Maps,
Duran Duran,
Sun Ra,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ultimate Spinach,
Don Cherry,
Aaron Thompson,
The Pretty Things,
the Human League,
Blancmange,
Fatback Band,
Stetsasonic,
the Soft Cell,
Faraquet,
Flipper,
Underground Resistance,
The Velvet Underground,
Sunsets and Hearts,
FM Einheit,
The Shadows of Knight,
Mars,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Johnny Osbourne,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Kevin Saunderson,
Japan,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Zeros,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Au Pairs,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lee Hazlewood,
Anthony Braxton,
The Cowsills,
Grauzone,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain.
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.