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 Sri Lanka and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 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 Girls At Our Best! to the dance 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 Slick Rick. All the underground hits.
All Boogie Down Productions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Archie Shepp 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chris & Cosey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Residents,
Hoover,
Ossler,
Kerri Chandler,
Vladislav Delay,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Velvet Underground,
Silicon Teens,
Basic Channel,
Blossom Toes,
Excepter,
Bauhaus,
John Lydon,
Godley & Creme,
Minor Threat,
Bobby Womack,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Stiv Bators,
Faraquet,
Sam Rivers,
Bush Tetras,
Roxy Music,
Terry Callier,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lee Hazlewood,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Fatback Band,
The Mummies,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Interpol,
Michelle Simonal,
Sonny Sharrock,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Fela Kuti,
The Durutti Column,
The Monks,
Minnie Riperton,
Siglo XX,
Kayak,
Joe Finger,
Black Moon,
Rod Modell,
Funky Four + One,
The Skatalites,
The Slits,
Derrick May,
Yusef Lateef,
This Heat,
Arab on Radar,
Jawbox,
The Beau Brummels,
The Offenders,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gang Starr,
Chrome,
Cybotron,
DNA,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Freddie Wadling,
Hasil Adkins,
Parry Music,
U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple.
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.