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 Latvia and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 EPMD to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Visage. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Velvet Underground record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a E-Dancer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barry Ungar,
Marcia Griffiths,
Neu!,
Circle Jerks,
Dual Sessions,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gabor Szabo,
Steve Hackett,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
10cc,
The Evens,
Dennis Brown,
Harmonia,
Das Ding,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Minor Threat,
The Cramps,
8 Eyed Spy,
Andrew Hill,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Underground Resistance,
Grey Daturas,
Dawn Penn,
Hardrive,
Boredoms,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Joyce Sims,
Jawbox,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
the Sonics,
The Real Kids,
Nation of Ulysses,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Leaves,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sam Rivers,
The Searchers,
Altered Images,
Thompson Twins,
Mad Mike,
Neil Young,
Skarface,
Archie Shepp,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Mandrill,
One Last Wish,
Country Joe & The Fish,
A Flock of Seagulls,
David McCallum,
Pere Ubu,
The Misunderstood,
MC5,
Todd Rundgren,
Mo-Dettes,
The Vogues,
Spandau Ballet,
Eli Mardock,
Angry Samoans,
Monolake,
The Pretty Things,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ultravox,
Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science.
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.